This is a song about "Me me on the michrophone"

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

And that's me on the cover, that's me with the worst knife

I carry the weight of the whole university on me,

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Cuz me the mc comes prepared on time

Give me a kiss on the cheek

Seein' dreams in they sleep

New to the area, see me on arrival

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

See me on the television set, warrants everywhere

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Hear me on the radio

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Beasting see me, me, i'm the mc on some run-type shit