This is a song about "Hip hop and the boom bap of the 90 s"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

My talent should take me places i've never been

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Time a beat drops and take out anyone tryna destroy the art of hip hop