This is a song about "Roasting mitchell"

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Light this shit up like christmas trees on michael jackson,

Keep this passage coming, get the #shaft like gordon parks,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Stop the boasting our i start roasting and toasting

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Face attached with that mask that michael myers own

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from