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

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

I never crack i got that chap stick

Put your brains on the curb

Slight work, light work

The former, position of a pimp

Put your shit in the blueprint

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

No reason to be around

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,

Fine, let me put my mic down two sec

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Better put your head down like a stocking cap,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track