This is a song about "Bitches and choppas"

Can barely walk the city streets

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

We getting money, you can face the facts

They say i talk like im god body

So go ahead bitches and cuss me

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

She suckin and swallow man bitches are hallow

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Better rape some bitches and then

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

It seems to remind me of a scene like this