This is a song about "Chokin"

Lunged at the bunch, i got one's throat chokin', hes gropin'

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

In a fuss n' cussin up a storm jackin off watchin porn chokin myself with chloroform

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Smoked with those who spoke ebonics, bone hits, don't go chokin on it

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Niggas battle me but they end up releasin there throttle and chokin on a rattle,

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Lunged at the bunch, i got one's throat chokin', hes gropin'

Chokin’, lokin’, never provoke him

Got me rushed to the station