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

He's stupid as 2 chainz but wu tang was the group,

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

To be hip-hop savior, the messiah

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry