This is a song about "Mike x"

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Convertibles with turbo jets

I see people like martin n' x

I took big leaps and jumps. they can call me like mike.

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

I can smell it when i go outside

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

And you, you know what i like

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one