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

So i turn the other way with a hop skip and a jump

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

I get my cake; i love hip hop

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

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

I gotta know if it's real or not

But i cant give up hip hop

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

The one eyed cyclops, from the hip hop black ops, ready or not i cant stop.

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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