This is a song about "Hip replacement"

But i'm really hip hops essence.

Penncounting pennys over tha years

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Hip hop’s poser extinguisher.

Like a fiend off the best rock

Hip to the fucking hop

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Hip is hopping, like frogs

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

A metaphor, for the insecure

The replacement of the word "mother"

Clap two times if you drunk

Of this impatient replacement