This is a song about "Hip hop states"

Just tryna say, how hip hop,

Well man i do the yacht

Ever since then i had no job

Hip to the fucking hop

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius

Cause we talkin' hip hop bitch

Now you speaking my language

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I'm a sylllablistic ballistic linguistic, hip hop purist

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

To be hip-hop savior, the messiah

Inspired by hip hop that sounds so classic

And california on that jerk shit