This is a song about "Chop suey"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Not for a cop, hit the slot, pop and chop, i smoke alot

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

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

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

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

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

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