This is a song about "White man on the mic"

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

I wreck on the mic, jump down your throat/

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

That shows how illogical and pussy you spit on the mic

Go crazy when she hear music

Its bf king on the mic,

On the mic playing quidditch and cribbage

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I am on the mic with everlasting power

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

Studio fifty four if we get the props right