This is a song about "Today it s ill and forget the rest of hip hop that says stayin real"

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Of the entire day, store it and forget,

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

They killed hip hop dead, but ill save the remains

We be in the party like we own that bar

You never thought that hip hop would take it this far

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

I spit that real hip hop, youd think my lips are black

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

But ill never forget, the girl that stole it all