This is a song about "Popin the choppa"

My choppa strap too long

Where i went wrong

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

From where they praise

The streetz is aint the safe

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Hit it or four play

The truth but thats the way