This is a song about "Gripping the mic"

Going up on the mic

Baby am i slick

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Intricate visions within when i'm sitting gripping the pen

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

On the mic, i am immortal

As i light one for ill will

Its bf king on the mic,

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

I bet you hear that white music

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,

Because when you step to the mic,

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick