This is a song about "Mics"

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

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

They can't break my concentration

Drop mics, mad sweat condensation

I slay the sickest of foes, spittin' this flow, tearin' mics up,

Blowing that money here, making money in europe