This is a song about "Mike bell"

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

Whos ready for the match that they get cracked like liberty bell

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

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

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

And what ya cook like

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

When he yelps that means he has to go to taco bell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Vowed i wanted life to be sweet like blue bell