This is a song about "Lil chop"

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

It still got a lil hype

And what ya cook like

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Keep the caliber ready to chop these niggas like freddy

Imma make it lil loose

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

With choppas they chop us try to stop us

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Chop off her noggin and her motherfucking clitoris