This is a song about "Fake ass mc might as well stick to swag"

With no way out might as well just go sit

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

You might as well stand in the open and wait to meet the underground

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Yo it time to slaughter another fake mc

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Now satan's a friend, man to what extent? fuck it might as well vent,

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Yeah you're rhymes are so tight, just as your ass might

Might as well enjoy it while i can, slide her to the stalls,

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

I'm going to climb so high i might as well put a ladder up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I might as well just smack your faces

I think found where your mind was