This is a song about "Hip op"

And the wrong time

Hip hop is fucking mine

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Like the words on my hip

So get up off that slave ship

Bitch you should see my wallet

Draw so fast from the hip,

Hip to the fucking hop

And it don’t stop

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions