This is a song about "Swing it like mj"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I got niggas expecting my greatness like when mj was a rookie

As they lay in blood stained bedding throw a punch to make your head swing

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Lit the scene by stomping squares like mj did in billie jean

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

You throw, like it already knows what you're going to swing at it before

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

I'll grab a frickin' pencil, swing it, and stab it in your temple,

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

I got the muscle to swing a knuckle, feeling like you've been wiped with a belt buckle/