This is a song about "Mic"

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

The turntables are hot, and then a see a new mic,

Im a god on the mic

Go crazy when she hear music

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

But he don't rule a thing

Aye, is this mic working?

Going up on the mic

Still listen to big

Killing these niggas off quick

Im always killin in the mic,

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

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

Love and peace but killin the mic

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