This is a song about "A choke artist"

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

An approximate artist a tad off at his marksmanship

Toss down a mirror and coke, and see if shell choke n snort til lifes no longer a joke,

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Guess what guys, yeah i guess i'm a fucking artist

Throw u over a cliff let u choke in mid-air from a rope/

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

I spit fumes so sick you could die of a choke on it

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

You'll see what this artist sees, call it a lovely masterpiece.

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper