This is a song about "Mic lovin"

Why don't we try and be a lovin' population

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Pid to ever think it maybe that it true i was lovin you.

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

The politicians and rich executives sit back, just lovin' it,

Bombs drop, hit and then explode the mic

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

Pepe le pew my music

Love and peace but killin the mic

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Nothing to give, we got single parents, ain't lovin' the kids,

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I see ya hands gripping the mic,