This is a song about "Hip hip"

Bitch you should see my wallet

Like the words on my hip

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

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

Fuck the dip cause that feeling was hip

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

Just tryna say, how hip hop,

Well man i do the yacht

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Hip is hopping, like frogs

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

That they made a new genre for you called hop hip

Trip, and then you never snitch

Cause we talkin' hip hop bitch