This is a song about "Mike the dyke"

1:03-1:34- young zeke pass me the mike, blow up the beat like schleich,

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

Living life all for you just aint true being white dosent change the word to the mike

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

"mike go home" as i snatch the microphone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like