This is a song about "History of hip hop"

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

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

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

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

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain