This is a song about "Mike fisherman"

Or a mike to speak with the masses

I can teach you all the sounds of love

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

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

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out

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