This is a song about "Dark microphone vs soundstage"

Microphone is a plane,mcs are pilots

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

But a microphone sensation

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Are you hearing me right turn the sound up on the microphone

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

When i'm fiending for a microphone, i'm the microphone fiend...

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

I have the patience to let other mcs get on the microphone

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The way i blow up, the vs just soars