This is a song about "Lets start the hip hop mack"

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

I’ll never say that i’m not, the giant king of hip hop,

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

I tried the hip hop shoe on and it fit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius

That scary love, never get married love

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

When we're done we'll sit back, hip-hop release the classics,