This is a song about "Mike studd"

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

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

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

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

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love