This is a song about "Old school mc skills to modern day mc skills"

Cause mc crown wears his mc crown

She writes it all down

To try and become the next mc

Go crazy when she hear music

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Yo it time to slaughter another fake mc

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Rising higher than any mc

But best believe i'd school and coma any mc

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Brought my battle skills, to insecurity

Or blaze a track up loud myself have to become a mc

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick