This is a song about "Real hip hop"

It's not hip-hop, it's pop

That means i have no block

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

But i cant give up hip hop

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Supposing career wise i'd picked hip hop

So take the stage just show me what you got

And sins we got

Hip to the fucking hop

Today it's ill, and fuck the rest of hip-hop that says "stayin' real",

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

These hip-hop cops is obnoxious

Thought this was forever love

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Its these rappers who made hip hop unfold