This is a song about "Choppa guns drugs gangs"

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks