This is a song about "Killing mics"

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

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

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

My divine itching and shrine killing

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Write some more to spite me please, on mics i just tarnish

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

You're both invalid, you're finna get your mics impounded