This is a song about "Mike dyke"

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Or let the mob handle that

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

Just take control if you can

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

Walk blind into a line or fight

You're just a rhyming dyke, this is kinda like

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

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

Jungle fever for the night

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)