This is a song about "Mike clean"

I make thriller when i bless the mike

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

They was always ready and always clean

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like

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

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

And if i want to go outside

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

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried