This is a song about "Microphone"

But a microphone sensation

Or babies they raisin

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

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Notice every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Visual orgasms caused by spams in the microphone,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

Hand me a microphone, and watch the crowd just holla, yo,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

To pic up the pen said "microphone check" and arrange my intellect

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

And flying first class the bong is what i want passed that aint a microphone