This is a song about "Mike ranson"

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

That's why i shine like i does

Or a mike to speak with the masses

I make a way for my people to see the light

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

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Ha! you know what they like

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

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

And you're, approaching me right