This is a song about "Mike dropsey"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

But if i die tonight

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

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

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Or a mike to speak with the masses