This is a song about "They call her the homie hopper"

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

They gotta be ready on call with the base head's weight,

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

They call me the god of night and the king of days

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Ima plane hopper, bitch, im going to the top

All right, they call me the professor, but you can call me your successor

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever