This is a song about "Mc gooders"

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

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Rising higher than any mc

So don't be mistaking me for some faking mc,

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Listening to aston martin music music

I never though then i'd become an mc,

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Part of the mc nation,

Believe what you see, a real mc

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Mc f.l.o.w. is just an abbreviation,

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

I'm an mc still as honest