This is a song about "Tyler jackson"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Light this shit up like christmas trees on michael jackson,

Jay electron, tyler and mac miller. what the hell you rap for?

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Jackson in the jacket show goes on without the racket

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Back the fuck up, i'm on a rampage like jackson

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock