This is a song about "Boy bands destroy hip hop"

Been running around trying find a job

Supposing career wise i'd picked hip hop

I love the way you walk

I get my cake; i love hip hop

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Inspired by hip hop that sounds so classic

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Chorus: you didnt have to leave hip hop

And i don't make no bed rock

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop