This is a song about "Sisterhood of hip hop"

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Fiends of classic hip hop with a massive

While i'm expressing thoughts of hip-hop from my golden dome,

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

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

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Hip hop is the game, domination top of my check-list

You dick-less pieces of shit are just hip hop tourists

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop

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

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

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

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