This is a song about "Chop sticks"

Chop her up and dime her, im chapel retired im signed sir,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Keep the caliber ready to chop these niggas like freddy

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

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

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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