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

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Same girls at the party, same dope hip-hop tracks

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

They killed hip hop dead, but ill save the remains

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

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

The pop rock cos you ain't good enough for hip hop

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot