This is a song about "Sisterhood of hip hop"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Waivers of his hip-hop saviors and to the zodiac vapors.

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop