This is a song about "Hip hop homey"

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

I'm a sylllablistic ballistic linguistic, hip hop purist

Hip hop is my motherfuckin' world

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Sorry eminem, but i run hip hop

Supposing career wise i'd picked hip hop

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

And this will be the song that we sing

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Hip to the fucking hop