This is a song about "Mike ranson"

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Or a mike to speak with the masses

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

Can you picture my specific plan

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

And this will be the song that we sing