This is a song about "Raisist mike"

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

Before i beat you like you’re a dog and i’m mike

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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

White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like

Which you know i'm different, right

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike