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

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

When i was reading a heathen his rites

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Just like the terror squad when you hear my songs you lean back/

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

When the case is on me fight like a dog, call me michael vick,

And of course, my car's off course

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

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

When money was his only motivation

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him