This is a song about "Mic drops"

Im always killin in the mic,

Keep the bitches on my dick

Spitting drops of acidic chemicals in your retinal

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

And music's about lettin' freedom reign like water drops,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Im a god on the mic

Turn up that music

Its bf king on the mic,

Still listen to big

My bitches pure thick

That i be on this mic

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Drops the holy symbol, replaced with fingers encumbered