This is a song about "Mics"

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

My lady friends never really be into the life

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Write some more to spite me please, on mics i just tarnish

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

We both got mics but i think its best for you selling it