This is a song about "My choppa go brrr rrr rrr"

Go hard or out my yard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

You make my heart go on replay

So they taught me to spray

The world looking out, they on the front row

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

My way like a usher song

My choppa strap too long

I go to bed reading my book

To mcs that don't rhyme good

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I let that choppa intersect ya

And no matter where all of my friends go

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow