This is a song about "The union hip hop shop theta chi 177 east state street"

To be hip-hop savior, the messiah

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Hip to the fucking hop

They burn on every block

Unleash the street beast into the breeze, west or east,

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

Yea and this is something to think about

From chi-town i know that hip-hop was never out.

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

They killed hip hop dead, but ill save the remains