This is a song about "Mike kite"

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Jt: no one to hold her tight

And you're, approaching me right

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Acid seeps in and your high as a kite, i might destroy you i

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

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

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,