This is a song about "Frying mike and michael"

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Killing this rap game, i'm great like mike.

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

So i ring him up and say michael why do you act a twat?

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

I took big leaps and jumps. they can call me like mike.

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

My emceeing is worth seeing just give me a beat and a mic and i'll beat you up like mike/