This is a song about "Killing mics"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

My divine itching and shrine killing

And this will be the song that we sing

The mics attached to me with stitches.

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris