This is a song about "Mike burke"

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

I make thriller when i bless the mike

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

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