This is a song about "Mikey the dispatcher"

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause

I'm just trynna be like mikey.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So the ones eye has freak don't run

The bigger the the fun

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

And they label me king... you can come and take it back