This is a song about "Nigga pass me the mic"

They fight, with all my might,the win in sight,just hand me the mic,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Pass the blunt and pass the booze

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

So pass that ass to me let me squish the left cheek

Hold me to the mic why im smoking on this tropical

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Me and my microphone could be one

Music tossed me the mic for a reason

Yeah you all ain't half as nice as me when i grab the mic,

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I've seen all the things that pass me by