This is a song about "Mics"

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Finesse, success through the life stress mics i blessed

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

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

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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