This is a song about "Mic"

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Ma last message fellow : you don't need a mic

Bombs drop, hit and then explode the mic

Teach you how to rope a chick

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Snipers on the mic again,

Keep the bitches on my dick

I see ya hands gripping the mic,

Superfly, opposite of basic

Im always killin in the mic,