This is a song about "New mic"

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

The turntables are hot, and then a see a new mic,

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Going up on the mic

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Everything freezes, soon as i touch the mic

Because when you step to the mic,

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

It's not too often see a white knight on the mic

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick