This is a song about "Mike calma"

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

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

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

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Show me that it's alright

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

I don't want it on my back

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

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

Don't worry just done get inside

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)