This is a song about "Jacque roper"

Im the shit get round at me, coppin some dope, like someones cuttin the rope,

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Soon as we start

Go hard or out my yard

Runner like my tongue was on the loose/

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

All he thought about was tyin that rope round his neck

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

This music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,

Just hide them in your yard

See, and now life seem hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I know my calling's worth like phone card