This is a song about "Hip op"

Hip is hopping, like frogs

You pull up in parking lots

That cellphone that i bought

"it's not hip hop, it's pop."

Hip to the fucking hop

And i don't make no bed rock

Sid's got that mysterious juice up up in his under hip

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Cause we talkin' hip hop bitch

Now you speaking my language

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

That they made a new genre for you called hop hip

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions

Break tradition, this is hip hop

Ey, butt rape on a female cop