This is a song about "I hop out the lamborghinu"

Hop in the the whip cuz i gota dip and there aint no reason to see you later

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Hop out the back my feet will migrate

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Red dots cause i’m red hot

But i cant give up hip hop

I started out as a troubled teen, hit my prime at age seventeen graffiti an hip hop was my scene

I kill em all slowly so i can hear them clearly, as they scream wishing it was all a dream,

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

I might be stupid but in my head i have the hip hop blueprint,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list