This is a song about "Mike zsi"

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Now move back over here to the right

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

I make thriller when i bless the mike

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

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

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night