This is a song about "When michael mixes his songs"

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

I could barely write these songs

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

He's cruisin' like bruce wayne as a youth to prove his mixes,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Knew she was dying but with the mixes she kept buying

Assumed stories of his suburbia life, when in fact the boy stayed on his grind

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind