This is a song about "Raisist mike"

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

"mike come on shut these bitches up man"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Questioning the whole meaning

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

And i like my marijuana bright

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)