This is a song about "Mike panthai"

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

If you wanted a date, don't come

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

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers