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

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

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

Chokin’, lokin’, never provoke him

I know that love it could begin

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

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

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

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone