This is a song about "Collect mics"

Finesse, success through the life stress mics i blessed

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Some trolls collect a toll- 1.e.x.i? she collects your soul

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

Got me rushed to the station

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.

No use running, to collect you souls my sole goal its funny

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Until they have to go and collect the results

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Call me whatever joe

You collect foodstamps, i get dough