This is a song about "Mike jones"

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

I make thriller when i bless the mike

White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

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

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

To take all those wrongs and make them right

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,