This is a song about "Mike schneider"

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

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

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

I can smell it when i go outside

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Couple grand when i rock the night

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Here i go again, falling in love

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth