This is a song about "Starded on a mic"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

I bust on the mic nonstop

I know you just doing your job

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

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Im a beast on the mic i be rocking it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

I'm a sick spic, on the mic i flow sadistic.

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick