This is a song about "Chopper to head"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

Look here mr. kappa don't fuck with me i'll slice you like a banana with this chopper

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Disconnects ur head to normality

Head to the beach and try to sink

If i lost you be patient

I can't get to sleep with this thought in my head,

Your friends say, why we not together yet

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Plus they wouldn’t let me in the spot with my chopper

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

To go head to head with us and call it a threat.

Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns