This is a song about "Choppa aimed at you"

Boy you know ill smoke you out

Laughs at you and talks about

Aimed directly at his face, her face bled with dismantled despair.

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Like flintstones coming at you

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Sent by satan to degrade the sacred people who aimed

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

And all of its just kinda aimed at

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

That im throwin at you