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

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

And now hip-hop sounds in every street

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

The next day you is everybody target

I tried the hip hop shoe on and it fit

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I'm the new hip-hop teenager,i'll save u like a ranger