This is a song about "Mike jack"

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

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

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

And there's no way i can pay you back

The reality is i don't know jack

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.

The jager in my cup is licorice black

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

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

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

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride