This is a song about "Put the mic down"

That i was thinkin' about writin' about, but my stream of thoughts crowded around

Ugly mothafucka lookin like the it clown, when i stand up to the mic just sit down

And this the endso good luck with your career

Father dude that wont put down the beer

Im always killin in the mic,

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Calmly set the mic down and i promise i won't snatch it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

I'll put a bullet through the top of your skull and down to your spine!

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

All you wanna do is get that stick

Kings bow down when i grab the mic