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

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

So get them ends hot

Hip to the fucking hop

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

A nation with inspiration of hip-hop assassinatin',

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her