This is a song about "Mike"

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Killing this rap game, i'm great like mike.

And i like my marijuana bright

I make thriller when i bless the mike

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

I can smell it when i go outside

Hand me, like, the freakin mike!

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad