This is a song about "Mike tyson"

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson,

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

Flow fucking colder than tyson. deals enticing

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Or at least inquire similar desires

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

I make thriller when i bless the mike

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night