This is a song about "Mike tyson knock you out"

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

(cause you can't knock the hustle)

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Before i beat you like you’re a dog and i’m mike

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Would you really just think that i'd not come back whippin' ass like i'm mike tyson,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I've got nothin' to worry about

Repping that west with knock out

Then fade you out like i'm ballin' with mike jordan

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

My balls mike tyson in the 90s