This is a song about "Mike pussy fag sister"

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

I seem to love these whips - a white

? all white but the phantom is all black

7 wins, one time beaten by a fag

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

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

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

You, you, you have to pay for that

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Jt: no one to hold her tight