This is a song about "The finest and the mic"

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Fuck this class assignment smokin' on the finest

No medal here, i'm well aware

Wearing all the finest flair

Killing these niggas off quick

Im always killin in the mic,

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

The fugees, lauryn hill rocked the mic and big daddy kane,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Im always killin in the mic,

The differences between being queen and being bitch

On the mic playing quidditch and cribbage