This is a song about "Mc ern"

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Denni-c and the fucking great mc...

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

I'm an mc still as honest

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

I'm an mc still as honest

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Believe what you see, a real mc

I never though then i'd become an mc,

On trial for possession of some chronic

To try and become the next mc

Got a sign on my dick

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

This lyrical silencer silencing any kind if mc

Yo it time to slaughter another fake mc

Make room for the groom married to his music