This is a song about "5 elements of hip hop"

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

I’ll never say that i’m not, the giant king of hip hop,

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

A nation with inspiration of hip-hop assassinatin',

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Waivers of his hip-hop saviors and to the zodiac vapors.

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

You dick-less pieces of shit are just hip hop tourists