This is a song about "History of hip hop"

A nation with inspiration of hip-hop assassinatin',

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Became a crutch of mine, addiction, hip hop religion,

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

I’ll never say that i’m not, the giant king of hip hop,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop

You dick-less pieces of shit are just hip hop tourists

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

Waivers of his hip-hop saviors and to the zodiac vapors.

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius