This is a song about "Walmart microphone"

Late nights, just me and the microphone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

To pic up the pen said "microphone check" and arrange my intellect

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I jive like bone

Live on the microphone

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

In thriller, i’m a killer, who’s iller on the microphone?

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

I have the patience to let other mcs get on the microphone

Put me on a track i'll rap the microphone with e's (ease)

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

And retail clerks, we shop at walmart, and grind around the,

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga