This is a song about "Mike tyson"

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Power combined with speed like a mike tyson swing colliding with a lighting spree

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light