This is a song about "Mike reda"

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

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

Questioning the whole meaning

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

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

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right