This is a song about "The mic is alive"

I can manage on my own, you can still have your perfect life

Everyday is like the lottery, hes lucky to be alive

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Body count is high, when i grip the mic

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Infinite run on sentence, the mic is my pendant bringing vengeance,

Im always killin in the mic,

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Riding around without a fuck given

The mic is christened they might just listen

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Im always killin in the mic,

Going up on the mic

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick