This is a song about "Mike calma"

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

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

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

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

I make thriller when i bless the mike

By any means necessary get campaign right

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Throw your hands to the sky tonight