This is a song about "Chop"

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Not for a cop, hit the slot, pop and chop, i smoke alot

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

With choppas they chop us try to stop us

Mama always told me i’d be famous

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag