This is a song about "Cheap choc"

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

From all you cheap frequent feasting sequenced in need of treatment,

More money that mean less sleep

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Your bars were cheap and far from neat

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Am i for cheap conformist flocks? you know, of course i'm not,

I said i got my ass beat

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

Bigots beat 'em, impede 'em, even insult with means so cheap

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

Mud, worms, rats, hmm thats why your dinner's cheap!!

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

A sub-par rapper who gets prosts drunk on cheap alcohol