This is a song about "Rodericks fractured hip"

Just tryna say, how hip hop,

I love the way you walk

My content can batter i leave minds fractured then i see tombstones

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Like the words on my hip

I make them ho's strip

"it's not hip hop, it's pop."

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Real hip-hop will never gone!

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong