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

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

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots