This is a song about "64 hopping"

Peep this prose, closest thing to hopping out this zone.

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

Together all the timethought it was true love

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hopping fences,

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Bunnign up pure haze,hopping the barriers and running up to the trains,to the raves out

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

//(eminem hops right after i say hopping)