This is a song about "Killer mike"

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Greet it hi bye my name is mike

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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

And there's little to be glad for

She ain't know i was a killer

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

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

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

I'm hoping i confess

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

Must be a lady in tha light

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)