This is a song about "Mike the kike"

I make thriller when i bless the mike

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

"mike go home" as i snatch the microphone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Two months later after the death of la'mare mike finds himself sitting here starring

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses