This is a song about "Mike jack"

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

He got hit up that same night

The jager in my cup is licorice black

The reality is i don't know jack

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

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

And sipping the jack they pass

Fell asleep in first class

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

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