This is a song about "Mike mike"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

The time is now, on everything

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Better yet they work my every nerve

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light