This is a song about "Chop chop"

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Chop off each limb and toss it in a bag with other limbs

My city's culture to the game now in existence

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

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

Keep the caliber ready to chop these niggas like freddy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Chop and eat you ,attack you like a locust

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Chop it up like jay voorhees, pull triggers when messin' with,