This is a song about "Mike fucked sam"

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

My direction good, well-rounded type

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Or a mike to speak with the masses

He got hit up that same night

Greet it hi bye my name is mike

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

Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like

So keep fronting till my peeps come

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

It's been a long time comin' cam

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/