This is a song about "Big germ on the mic i wreck it"

I wreck lyricist to the point were they pick out the coffin before i burn em on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Calmly set the mic down and i promise i won't snatch it

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Mr. teen and mr. t with a mouth full of powder

I am on the mic with everlasting power

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Girl your ass so big i could build a house on it

Im a god on the mic

You just do your thing chick

Wreck raps on tracks call it homicidal,

And even buy you a bottle

When i grip the mic i like the way it surges

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

That i be on this mic

Oh your friends are sick