This is a song about "Mike"

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

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

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

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

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

"mike go home" as i snatch the microphone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Halfback toss to right

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers