This is a song about "Chop"

You food to me duck up in chop stix with a some chops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

He say, she say, oh my god

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Murder chop your bodies up, put it on a sack then put them on a stack

Fuck for a hour then im gone,chop shit up im mowing the lawn,

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Keep the caliber ready to chop these niggas like freddy

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

I promise you pain, i will chop your body in threes

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang