This is a song about "Art of hip hop"

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

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

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Hip hop is the game, domination top of my check-list

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was