This is a song about "Mike reda"

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

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

I make thriller when i bless the mike

But there's nothing else inside

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Killing this rap game, i'm great like mike.

Them people see my good side

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

And i'mma keep ya fresh