This is a song about "Mike partlow"

Ain't that how black's do it, right

I make thriller when i bless the mike

Know the time, know what it's like

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

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

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/