This is a song about "Hop in tomorrow doesn t come"

Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

In hip hop history you're piss to me

Bought a brand new car for my after party

I'm gonna hop in a boat because from here its plain sailing,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

That it's not fake, and tomorrow instead of drowning in my sorrows i gleam

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Just ride hop up in the coupe

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see