This is a song about "Hip hop declaration of peace"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

A nation with inspiration of hip-hop assassinatin',

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

You dick-less pieces of shit are just hip hop tourists

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression

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

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Just tryna say, how hip hop,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain