This is a song about "Mike jack"

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

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

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

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

And i like my marijuana bright

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

The reality is i don't know jack

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

My four-four's givin payback

I’ll be back on the same night

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)