This is a song about "Mic check"

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check

Remember my guns like a mic,

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Going up on the mic

Killing these niggas off quick

Apparently so did your check,

I work hard for everything i get

Headphones keeping loners in check/

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Im always killin in the mic,

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Check my criminal record,

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured