This is a song about "Do my hop"

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Without ssc i feel misery, girls want to hop on my dick,

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Bitch hop on my fucking d

It ain't hard to make money

On hip hop and grime my g,

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays/

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

I might be stupid but in my head i have the hip hop blueprint,

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

When i'm on it, on it like my job

I cant stop my rock when its on hip hop,