This is a song about "Mike scmidt"

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

Your bitch just ain't full of you, she just might be a dyke

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

Don't worry just done get inside

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

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

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

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