This is a song about "Fuck withy chopper"

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

Something wicked this way come

Heads chocker got the chopper over me,

We might be back in this baby

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Plus they wouldn’t let me in the spot with my chopper

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

Live in a big house , shit they even own a chopper.

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

He lying i’m on papers

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

I ain't tryna diss you