This is a song about "Mike schmidt"

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

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

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

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

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

Now move back over here to the right

I make thriller when i bless the mike

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

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