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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Took the van, went snatch her

Throw ya in a chopper,

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Momma dont leave my side dont shrug

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Dont play wit me before you get sprayed

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

I'd rather lay around and play around my lady then butt fuck it.

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Ughhhh, like sorry but homie dont play that