This is a song about "Big germ on the mic i wreck spit wreckless shit tends to get a little bit hectic"

She gonna dance when that molly through

Turn my mic up a little bit (would you)

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,

I wreck on the mic, jump down your throat/

Motherfucker this is forever dope

Little shit who can't knit a good verse to spit

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

A little bit when i spit this cuz i'm lyrically gifted with a few lickety split tricks

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I'm explicit while you're shit ain't talking a little bit

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Now the shit connects, a champion but a vicious wreck,