This is a song about "The mic"

I see ya hands gripping the mic,

She's cute but her forehead's big

Jesus christ, i'm breathin' life into the mic,

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

Ambition is still very big

Love and peace but killin the mic

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

Listening to aston martin music music

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

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

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Snipers on the mic again,

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,