This is a song about "Mike s sister"

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

My direction good, well-rounded type

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

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

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,