This is a song about "Wack mcs"

Together all the timethought it was true love

Smashin giant mcs to the size of infants

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Wack mcs get carted away to some far place with vultures

I'll eat other mcs to fulfil my appetite

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

Microphone is a plane,mcs are pilots

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I create estranged mcs by killing their parents,

Its been hard an most been wack,

She always comin back