This is a song about "Mike g"

You should spend the night

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Killing this rap game, i'm great like mike.

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Go and diss me you're history missing g

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

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Please boo what's your size crazy

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

With a fronted silent g.

But ion show no love g

But i think i like that, just maybe