This is a song about "Fuck withy chopper"

Knowing that i need you

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

I wanna be next to you

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Look here mr. kappa don't fuck with me i'll slice you like a banana with this chopper

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Gotta copper chopper, whatchin me as i soon become hopper,