This is a song about "2 turntables and the mic"

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Can barely walk the city streets

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Im like takin the mic and boppin along

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

And align the mic with my torturous weapons

On the mic playing quidditch and cribbage

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

'cause i grabbed the mic and try to say, " yes y'all!"

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/