This is a song about "Mike a drunk who loves the chatline and beer but hates black people"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Causing me to steer, off the path, someone get me a beer,

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Get drunk, fuck a slut, and break out the cam

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

Who don't need a deal to rap hard, or even the appeal of a black card

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

But there's nothin' wrong with that, in fact here's a posthumous beer!

That the people who can't earn a dime can't have a rhyme,

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Before i beat you like you’re a dog and i’m mike

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

Fucking loves me, but who doesn't, im for real

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here