This is a song about "Mike calma"

Or a mike to speak with the masses

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

This is everything that we call hype

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

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

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

So you finally got the nerve

Now you got me hopped up on that

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Riding around with ms. reece and them

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson