This is a song about "Hip hop police"

O. trice always rep his block

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

They vaguely decipher my language

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch

A nation with inspiration of hip-hop assassinatin',

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Hip to the fucking hop

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Just searching for the perfect shot

Just tryna say, how hip hop,

Look, she so stingy with vagina

To be hip-hop savior, the messiah

Break tradition, this is hip hop

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block