This is a song about "Mike schneider"

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Talking of the gods you serve

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

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

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

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