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

A nation with inspiration of hip-hop assassinatin',

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

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

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Time a beat drops and take out anyone tryna destroy the art of hip hop