This is a song about "Saint michael the archangel"

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Asking her to meet me at six by the church of the saint to talk about things we had done and said

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

I'm like michael jordan,

Yo, turn me up some

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

The rap game's a family, guess that makes me michael bluth

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't