This is a song about "Hop"

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Powered milk, late for rent, free lunch, and then hip hop,

I get my cake; i love hip hop

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

These hip-hop cops is obnoxious

I will even take over hip hop

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

It's not hip-hop, it's pop

Your chick said i'm hot

Yo yo, hop into my mercedes

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies