This is a song about "Uveals is back on the mic i m a puy up a fight ima pound your moms snatch and pass"

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Got a pound in the trunk ya know whats up, smokin on that ganja til the sun comes up.

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

I can pick up a mic and say it

I put that nigga in his casket

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

Im also a dike on the mic' and it's kinda like

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

And proceed to rip apart this mic but i guess i could pass it off to the right

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Im a god on the mic