This is a song about "Big mike"

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

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

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Greet it hi bye my name is mike

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

I refuse to be another being on this earth