This is a song about "Hype"

Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one-

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Got the party hype now let's keep it moving

The hype i create in sensational

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Stereotype for a faulty hype bragging about smoking chill just hit the pipe

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

Im a stoner, yeah, but im not a fucking hype, i just smoke weed of any type,

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

But never graced afor sake of hype i break mikes

And ask me how was my night

You don't even know the hype