This is a song about "Starded on a mic"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

He was a huge guy, flop on mic, a little part-timer in the business

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

The turntables are hot, and then a see a new mic,

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

That means biggie and pac are still on the mic

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Im a god on the mic

On the mic playing quidditch and cribbage

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Cause i break it out a lot

I bust on the mic nonstop

Leave my heart on stage when i hold a mic

On trial for possession of some chronic