This is a song about "Mic"

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Bombs drop, hit and then explode the mic

But it seems like a scene outta flick

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Im always killin in the mic,

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I'm back with the mother-fucking mic.

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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

I'mma let you hang chick

Im a god on the mic

So drop the slam and lets get sick

That i be on this mic