This is a song about "Mike vick"

It's alright, if it's right

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Carolina where i made it from

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

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

Or a mike to speak with the masses

I be tossin them skins like a young mike vick

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

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

No more amore, i refuse to force you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark natives ya'll through