This is a song about "Mics"

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

The price is right, i write this tight, the mics will fight, i'll watch the throne,

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

The mics attached to me with stitches.

You're both invalid, you're finna get your mics impounded

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

And when i get those mics you know i must score five

They can't break my concentration

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation