This is a song about "Mike cant rap"

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Your money is spent on rap so you cant pay your rent

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Ugh this whole verse is wack, i cant rap cuz im the opposite of black,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

So take a seat you cant rap like me just face the fact your rap is all an act,

We been down for too long but that's alright

I make thriller when i bless the mike

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

I got plans tonight

Greet it hi bye my name is mike

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride