This is a song about "Pass the mic"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Because when you step to the mic,

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

So pass the mic so i can melt it like plastic

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Block the pass, we on top/

Its bf king on the mic,

Turn up that music

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Everything freezes, soon as i touch the mic

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

So you finally got the nerve