This is a song about "Mike hymer"

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Were running wild tonight

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

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

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like

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