This is a song about "Mike dikta"

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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

Carolina where i made it from

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

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

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

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Let's have a toast for this new love

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

I took big leaps and jumps. they can call me like mike.

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that