This is a song about "Mc am"

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Do they know that im the fucking mc?

Cause mc crown wears his mc crown

Do like a toaster put your bread down

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Rising higher than any mc

I'm an mc still as honest

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Part of the mc nation,

This boa, what's your motivation

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Who the fuck would've thought that one little lone mc

So be gone with your whack rhymes, you aint no mc

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

I'm an mc still as honest

You know i stick to the script