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

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop

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

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

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

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

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.

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,