This is a song about "Chopping timber"

Smoke you like a timber and leave you dyin as you look into the mirror

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Also i'm chopping misers grossly caused reduction

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

These niggas chasing like jason, but i'll stay chopping steady.

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

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

Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it popping

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

And i plan on chopping till the planet stop,