This is a song about "Micro chip"

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Dont care if your as small as a micro,

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

Damn it's a trip how you can slip while you bite a chip

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

And this may shrink you until you're micro

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe