This is a song about "The assassination of hip hop by the coward 2 chainz"

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

To this day, the game, will never be the same

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

Niggas is working forever my bars

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I'm at the tip top of rap here to knock you off the hip hop map

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

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

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Eazy-e, the grand poppa of hip hop, his beats used to be the jam//

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop