This is a song about "Mike dikta"

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

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

Killa never let the drama slide

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

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