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

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

I give props to artist in the world of hip hop

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

Hip to the fucking hop

And i don't make no bed rock

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Yo let’s take it back to hip-hop from the top of the show,