This is a song about "I hip hop king"

Just searching for the perfect shot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

I do it for my hip hop, constituents

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Physically i abuse hip-hop, verbally,

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

When it comes to hip hop i can't help but rejoice

Feed me hip-hop and i start trembling

And i never plan on settling