This is a song about "Rodericks fractured hip"

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

That they made a new genre for you called hop hip

Fuck the dip cause that feeling was hip

So get up off that slave ship

I put some cash in ya pocket

Like the words on my hip

To be hip-hop savior, the messiah

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Hip-hops' revolution is finally underway/

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way