This is a song about "Hip hop tip top"

I feel good, i look great

Put me into this tip top, shape,

Of wannabe rappers, go all the way around, and up to the top, climb my way into hip hop,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Chorus: you didnt have to leave hip hop

Well man i do the yacht

Just tryna say, how hip hop,

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Yo let’s take it back to hip-hop from the top of the show,

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

That's all i got