This is a song about "Neil degrasse mike tyson"

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

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson,

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Runnin' with an axe i'm mike myers/

Or at least inquire similar desires