This is a song about "Chops"

Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

You food to me duck up in chop stix with a some chops

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts