This is a song about "Hip dysplasia"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

To be hip-hop savior, the messiah

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Like the words on my hip

He might have the same whip

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Hip is hopping, like frogs

And don't make vibrations stop

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Sid's got that mysterious juice up up in his under hip

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Inspired by hip hop that sounds so classic

This hip beat i'm offing it

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit