This is a song about "Mike orlando"

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

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

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

Don't worry just done get inside

I make thriller when i bless the mike

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

I took big leaps and jumps. they can call me like mike.

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Greet it hi bye my name is mike

I know your man ain't lovin you right