This is a song about "Mike mandella"

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

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

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

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

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

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

He got hit up that same night

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

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

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years