This is a song about "Mike brwon"

Now move back over here to the right

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

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

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

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

Dc cabs got my pops alright

I make thriller when i bless the mike

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

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out