This is a song about "Mike jones"

I make thriller when i bless the mike

And if i want to go outside

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Neither black nor white

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

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

She’s a star if i ever seen one

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle