This is a song about "Cowboy bebop"

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Stomp and stamp through your city like godzilla

But dont let it stomp you or drop you

It's really not an issue

I rain sleet when i stomp storms to the beat,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Shit's a traffic jam, and we bomb pakistan with gats in hand,

O.x.y we in a jam/

They take a loss man

Now with permission you should swing swift at freak myths

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

It's not hip-hop, it's pop