This is a song about "Collect mics"

I collect all soularions, now ya cheerleader is checked off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I slay the sickest of foes, spittin' this flow, tearin' mics up,

Finesse, success through the life stress mics i blessed

One parent above, the other live scared

Collect the heads of foes and then im putting all their domes on stakes

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Until they have to go and collect the results

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

So many kidnappings and rapes i collect their bones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes