This is a song about "Mike shinoda"

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Carefree i don’t need the stress

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

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

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

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

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

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

These hoes ain't acting right

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!