This is a song about "Hip hop club"

Sorry eminem, but i run hip hop

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I make her cum a lot

A nation with inspiration of hip-hop assassinatin',

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

And i don't make no bed rock

Chorus: you didnt have to leave hip hop

I fucking hate this job

Break tradition, this is hip hop

I do it for my hip hop, constituents

Here i go again, searching for love

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

So get them ends hot

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy