This is a song about "Starded on a mic"

8 bars on a mic is enough to make em tumble,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

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

Remember my guns like a mic,

Same thing with this music

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Gets harder than rihanna when

Snipers on the mic again,

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

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

Physical frail but on the mic is invincible

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble