This is a song about "Mike kite"

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I'm top tier aimin high, fly as a kite

Must be a lady in tha light

But we having sex tonight

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

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

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