This is a song about "Chopping it up"

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

How fucked up it can be,

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

Ho, your gonna eat it all up

I know you're mad, but so what

Drinkin whiskey throw it up

So i ain't giving a fuck

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Your weak so give it up, while i live it up

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up