This is a song about "Now pass the mic"

Pass the blunt and pass the booze

My time with their half-witted reviews

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

I guarantee that when i pass you the mic, you're gonna choke,

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Im always killin in the mic,

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Out here you gat me inspired pass me the mic like you tired

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Jesus christ, i'm breathin' life into the mic,

My bitches pure thick

Its bf king on the mic,

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Now get off the mic coz i say fuck u

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames