This is a song about "Microphone"

When i'm fiending for a microphone, i'm the microphone fiend...

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Notice every time i pick up the microphone and spit

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Put me on a track i'll rap the microphone with e's (ease)

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

He disses microphone cause when he grabs one, he chokes

And im hoppin on the microphone

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,