This is a song about "My chopper dont play around"

Bad bitches all around me dont need em got my own

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Plus they wouldn’t let me in the spot with my chopper

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Momma dont leave my side dont shrug

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

Dont wanna play no mind games

One verse is all it takes

Ughhhh, like sorry but homie dont play that

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack