This is a song about "Face mc"

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Denni-c and the fucking great mc...

So don't be mistaking me for some faking mc,

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

So be gone with your whack rhymes, you aint no mc

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Yo your going up against the illest mc

Holla out my set

Mc still nothing but net

I'm an mc still as honest

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift