This is a song about "Be like mike"

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Is gettin' lit up like mike jackson's hair hangin' off a christmas tree,

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Before i beat you like you’re a dog and i’m mike

My direction good, well-rounded type

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Im gonna beat that bitch like i'm mike vick

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

I be tossin them skins like a young mike vick