This is a song about "Marly and mike"

I don't care what it did to them

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Aw man, it's been a ride

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

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