This is a song about "Mike orlando"

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Came back where i was raised, my city orlando,where i see a bunch of condos

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

For now everything just seem so right

I make thriller when i bless the mike

Before i beat you like you’re a dog and i’m mike

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Focus let me show you the light

Greet it hi bye my name is mike