This is a song about "Do my hop"

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Im my biggest inspiration when it comes to hip hop

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Bitch hop on my fucking d

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

You're very attractive, and notice that

They hop on my dick like they got no dad

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

I cant stop my rock when its on hip hop,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

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