This is a song about "Hip hop has no hierarchy"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

These hip-hop cops is obnoxious

On the slow jam of love

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Hip to the fucking hop

Just searching for the perfect shot

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

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

You know i am not gon stop

They said hip hop was dying, now they saying it has signs of hope

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat