This is a song about "Big mike"

Big tits and a big ass

Your life is a product of trash

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

Or at least inquire similar desires

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/