This is a song about "Chopping down yo mans"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Can i kick camera mans in black vans

Everybody finger point in your direction

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

You go down you a muff diver, yo bitch give me dome

About protecting timpletonz but yo they down to

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

You like the chopping game well i'll be name dropping

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan