This is a song about "Killing mics"

And when i get those mics you know i must score five

Have you ever felt like, you finally got life

Don't wonder my hours long and i never tire

My mics a lighter when i spit 'n sparks a fire.

Finesse, success through the life stress mics i blessed

That's why i never claimed i was the best

I'll take mics of stages and rock it off its hinges,

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I slay the sickest of foes, spittin' this flow, tearin' mics up,

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string