This is a song about "Chopping you up"

More than cracked up, you should have backed up

It's not making sense to you right now but

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Without your love it's cold as fuck

You pick all off them up

You know was up, i figured by now you all shut up,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

She was the queen of the club

Just remember when you come up

Our everything, you devoured it up.

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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