This is a song about "Mike sucks balls"

Cause another innocent died

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

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

Where you welcome to problems

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Sittin on bowling balls

Huh, a metaphor of course

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

'cause i had the strength and balls

Kirko paint her walls