This is a song about "I m on the mic now microphone check"

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

I'm thee, greatest on the microphone, stinging like bee, but,

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

And im hoppin on the microphone

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

I black out on the mic and cause chaos

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check

On the mic, i am immortal

And even buy you a bottle

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

I would spit them verses on the mic for 3 minutes

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

"mike go home" as i snatch the microphone

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...