This is a song about "Hip hop criminals"

But i cant give up hip hop

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Hip hop is my motherfuckin' world

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

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

O. trice always rep his block

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Your the kind of people labeled as hip-hop's criminals.

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

'til it's like a mile long

Real hip-hop will never gone!

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

A nation with inspiration of hip-hop assassinatin',