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

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

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

High as hell but still the master of the mic

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

High as a motherfucker this mic is a chalice

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Cause everytime i grab the mic i make bodys rock

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

I take my victims in lines like when i'm snortin' cocaine

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

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

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

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

Then take all your notes that you wrote....

I know you just doing your job