This is a song about "Mike burke"

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

It's alright, if it's right

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

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

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

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

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

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

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