This is a song about "Hopin"

Hopin the outcome of me punchin aint too disgusting

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

"three i be hopin'. you and your partner, cut you both open!"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

But i'm just hopin' i might find everything i need

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

You open it hopin its your contract

Hopin u can make it out, trying everyday

Not to mention wale is on the way

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

The truth and the pain, i'm always hopin to regain,

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

I'm hopin' to go and bust some rhymes i have locked in storage,