This is a song about "Hip hop beats"

She prefer the dutty wine

Hip hop is fucking mine

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch

Never agree with that message

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

I just want somebody i can see

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Fuck that job been around that block

I get my cake; i love hip hop

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

I do it for my hip hop, constituents

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Chorus: you didnt have to leave hip hop