This is a song about "Make you choke"

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I guarantee that when i pass you the mic, you're gonna choke,

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Compared to my rap you sound like your gonna choke

I've imagined you dead so many ways, "maybe i should try and choke her"/

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Hold yo breath so you don't choke,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

You and give them a little kiss. they like you gona choke, he's