This is a song about "Chop sticks"

Of people who will chop me up like slaughterhouses

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Chop her up save the good parts and fucking burn the rest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

Keep the caliber ready to chop these niggas like freddy

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Wait a minute see what sticks see what falls

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories