This is a song about "The mic"

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Rapping so tight, acting so right when i'm grabbin' the mic,

It's survival of the fittest every time we grab the mic,

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

I bet you hear that white music

And balence the mic

Snipers on the mic again,

If a nigga didn't fake like them

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Because when you step to the mic,

It's not too often see a white knight on the mic

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

I'm back with the mother-fucking mic.

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Bombs drop, hit and then explode the mic