This is a song about "Starded on a mic"

On the mic playing quidditch and cribbage

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I am on the mic with everlasting power

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Im a beast on the mic i be rocking it

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Leave my heart on stage when i hold a mic

Im also a dike on the mic' and it's kinda like

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

On the mic, i am immortal

We don't believe you, you need more people

The mice have learnt to write there must be a poltergeist on the mic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick