This is a song about "Pass the mike"

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

So pass the baby oil

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Riley's here, connie's dead, pickin' pussy pisses pike

This is what its like when im spitting on the mike

Or a mike to speak with the masses

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Hold the mike i gotta rip it while it's hot, skeet drop

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them