This is a song about "Frying mike and michael"

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Jodi reads while michael and i play on line battlefield dude.

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

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

At your best you might

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

This entire fucking game is just michael, him and i