This is a song about "Hip hop heads"

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Cause we talkin' hip hop bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

Been running around trying find a job

Sorry eminem, but i run hip hop

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I do it for my hip hop, constituents

Supposing career wise i'd picked hip hop

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Chorus: you didnt have to leave hip hop

These hip-hop cops is obnoxious

The critics are calling me conscious

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded