This is a song about "Sisterhood of hip hop"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Became a crutch of mine, addiction, hip hop religion,

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors