This is a song about "Put the mic down your bad"

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Put that weak shit down before i take away your last breath

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

We need to put down the hatchet

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Fight longer, until everybody who put you down has met the slaughter/

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

I'm leaving in an act of a clown making everybody lough in the town,

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar

Impeccable give it my note

I wreck on the mic, jump down your throat/

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Father dude that wont put down the beer