This is a song about "Chop suey"

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

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

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

With choppas they chop us try to stop us

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Keep the caliber ready to chop these niggas like freddy

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

You food to me duck up in chop stix with a some chops

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots