This is a song about "Chop sticks"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

Frozen in dismay, set upon sticks high, bloodied just for show.

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Chop and eat you ,attack you like a locust

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Always knocks anybody down who sticks in his path

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Chop you up with my lyrics you fear it, i'm army strong

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Keep the caliber ready to chop these niggas like freddy

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