This is a song about "Outlaws mike and ike"

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Its icy kash on the mike, and i just bought a new bike

Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like

Hypin' 'em tight, right, it's like ike, 'cuz i beat it well,

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

My emceeing is worth seeing just give me a beat and a mic and i'll beat you up like mike/