This is a song about "Mike jones"

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

And ask me how was my night

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Look, what it look like