This is a song about "Canibus cocaine microphone take you high rock that mic"

Justin do you mind taking the microphone from me

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You raising the bar high? im over it. im that tall

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

I've got no fucking energy why do you think i want cocaine?

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

That shows how illogical and pussy you spit on the mic

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'll be dealin the blow that gave you the first high/

I can't rock the mic like eazy dre and ren

Riding around with ms. reece and them

We on that high rise/ you betta get a grip

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit