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

I black out on the mic and cause chaos

Y’all only in it for the cars

My bitches pure thick

That i be on this mic

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

I have the patience to let other mcs get on the microphone

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

So i parked in a tow-away zone

And im hoppin on the microphone

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave

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

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