This is a song about "Long rod"

My choppa strap too long

Ha, and the bitches all gone

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

The favorite nigger turned into freddy kruger

December 4th a star was born

Nights are still tough and long,

She was wet off the bat

Iv not long joined rap pad

My sim card's the bomb

Hanging out here all day long,

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

I'm on an uphill battle, a mile long

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I ain't really been myself since rod passed