This is a song about "Chopping it up"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

How fucked up it can be,

Ho, your gonna eat it all up

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Also i'm chopping misers grossly caused reduction

Now he takes it up the butt while he puckers up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

And getting money is the song i sing

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

To im chopping of your genitals kill ya mother and father drop u and your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door