This is a song about "Micro"

You're micro i'm righto you blanch like an albino

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Dont care if your as small as a micro,

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

No one knows me just because i am just micro/

And this may shrink you until you're micro

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow