This is a song about "Hoppin on yo mama"

Living if she is or not

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

Are almost as old as yo mama

My all gold rolly or the

Where they find me, 16 on death row

But yo, keep that on the low though

But yo cheated on me

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

Yo girl was all on me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Like a rabbit yes i'm hip hoppin on the rise to the top

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

And im hoppin on the microphone