This is a song about "Hip hip"

Where would i be without my dogs

Hip is hopping, like frogs

Pawning my chain in the shop

Hip to the fucking hop

Ever since then i had no job

Just tryna say, how hip hop,

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

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

So here i am at the store for some chips

But i'm really hip hops essence.

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

O. trice always rep his block