Drugs Anonymous hip-hop video

I am looking to create an explicit 4:55 hip-hop video with Boondocks-style animated characters. The main character is "GititRegardles"; upstate Elmira, NY's resident super-villain. He is "the ghetto-super-star"; a Dolemite talking, pimp-swag walking, American Gangster drug-dealing, GET IT REGARDLESS, product of his environment. He is the streets. I am attaching the 1st and 2nd verse of the songs lyrics with hook as well as actual song to give you more of a visual to build off. DRUGS ANONYMOUS (Hook) Cookin shake & bake for cake…has always been an art Its all about the soda…water…fire…what you drop…& how you stir the pot I can flex…w the Pyrex…like its Timex…tick-tock Cop it…chop it…whip it…bag it…flip it…20 grand a chicken…hit the block DRUGS ANONYMOUS We could ship it by the brick...if ya wan it...get up on it…LISTEN Gitcha LIT…supply the licks…from the mornin…til ya yawning…MISTER I could teach ya how to pitch…how to pol-i-tic…move a lotta bitch Have ya bottom bitch…pussy swallow shit…given knowledge like she got a scholarship I git the drop…& been known to bag on a sucka…cuz nigga…I’m a bad mo-fucka Got the grip…& keep it Chris Tucker…stick & move…neva jam Smucker This street life…world is full of thugs…I keep ya high…I pump ya full of drugs Fake ID’s’ll only get ya drug…don’t me come & run up…pull ya plug I’m Rick James bitch…kno the game…Keenan Ivory…I don’t know no shame Walk right up & lickin on ya dame…dirty shoes I rubbem on ya thangs Ugh…& proud of it…that loud buzzin…the crowd love it…in & out of it My girl jus really love the sound of it…that mo-ney run-n-in thru that cash ma-chine CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK…CHANG CHANG I grip dat…flip dat…spit dat…thang thang Throw the gang-gang…fo the dang green…im in to Caine…my chain swing Love to gang bang…I make em scream…I bang bang…I bring the pain …cuz my dick really swingin low…ask about me nigga…there it go (Hook) They love me in the sheets & streets…Im a beast…so the fiends call me The oven keep the peace…heat the grease…reap the weak…so I keeps ballin… My gunners in the seats…next to me…speed-in like we demons…speaking foreign Fuck all my en-e-mies…suck the D…& like Alisha Keys keep fallin…I’m all in Been always in-de-pend-ent…always in to win it…always spin-in on the block To the game…charge it till in-fin-ite…regardless I’ma gitit…steady ready…down to rock BLAKA…BLAKA…BLAKA…look at all the hate…the jelly plottin niggaz bitchin…all the fakes Make the bakin soda stretch…to make the quota…jus so they can shoulder press & make the weight HAHAHAHAHA…My Momma told me…tell em SCREW EM-MOVE ALONG nigga…said the haters always gonna hate & really always gonna hate meeee I promise Momma Im the fool to provem wrong nigga…I’ll showem how to chop & screw the weight & yal don’t even need to thank meeee I’m smoother than Barack…movement on the clock…I’m not a new kid on the block STILL THE FLAME…product in the stock…commas from the spot Bitches…hands all on the jock LA DA DA DA…nigga what? I back it up…I be actin up…yal can pack it up I ain’t eva leaving from this trappin bruh…I jus gitit nigga…watch trappin for? Huh??? (Hook) 3rd verse (Hook)