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

Became a crutch of mine, addiction, hip hop religion,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get