This is a song about "Chop"

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Chop and eat you ,attack you like a locust

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

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

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

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

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends