This is a song about "Fake rappers should drop the mic"

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

The mic is now in my palms would you like me to drop bombs

I make the whack rappers all shake in their fake j's

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

At the top/. make it drop,/

They burn on every block

Fake rappers take money in favor of remaining true

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

My audience with ever rhyme. drop the mic and silence calls out the dime,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

I got the appetite to blast the mic and use crap rappers as a sacrifice

On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good