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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

This is real rap, flow, lyrics to the finest

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Fuck this class assignment smokin' on the finest

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

So i can see, lyrical diamonds, the finest

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

That means biggie and pac are still on the mic

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Im like takin the mic and boppin along

Going up on the mic

State flow hard dick