This is a song about "Mic"

And balence the mic

My bitches pure thick

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

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Aye, is this mic working?

Bun b, i’m underground king

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Im always killin in the mic,

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Everything freezes, soon as i touch the mic

Im always killin in the mic,

With two chicks, sadistic

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Its bf king on the mic,

Turn up that music