This is a song about "Mikey the dispatcher"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

They say nothings ever free

I'm just trynna be like mikey.

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

From the gutter to the roof

Zero options to choose

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Can’t you see just how long my run

The bigger the the fun

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Me, i'm the dispatcher of the rapper that's above my clapper