This is a song about "Mike ranson"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Living my life like i'm living right

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

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

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Or at least inquire similar desires