This is a song about "Mike the dyke"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

"mike go home" as i snatch the microphone

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

Got my pimpin game like im the money mike in the town.

Hold the mike i gotta rip it while it's hot, skeet drop

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

I don't wanna damage you

I got the best you fucking dyke jew

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

And you're approaching me right

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

I walk down cushing on the dyke back and forth i'm pacing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing