This is a song about "Mike johns"

I seem to love these whips - a white

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

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

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

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

He got hit up that same night

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I avoid that shit and order papa john's

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Before i beat you like you’re a dog and i’m mike

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right