This is a song about "Chops"

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

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

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

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

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.