This is a song about "Give me 2 mics i write songs for me fuvk wat u like"

Write some more to spite me please, on mics i just tarnish

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Now give me what i ask for before i kick in back doors

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Follow me 1 2 three let me be set me free for liberty

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Me myself i and i o u

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

So when you read this, understand this is me as i write/

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Get ripped in three/ for tryin 2 diss me /put ur 2 ''cents'' in get shot like