This is a song about "Jacob thompson"

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Puts that gun to his temple

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

This the chicago school, fool, best i show a little bit of style

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

If you want the beef i'll pull the chopper and i'm stuntin mane

I love to pull out my gun

They'll have to rename this one

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

No days off and that's even on a snow day

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one