This is a song about "Chop sticks"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

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

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

Keep the caliber ready to chop these niggas like freddy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Always knocks anybody down who sticks in his path

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

I was born to do the damn thing

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

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

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Swap the ram sticks, boot and hope that this is it

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit