This is a song about "Popin the choppa bet we gonna"

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

What we gonna do if we dont like it

We gonna still be livin but our brain we forgot

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

If we censor lyrics real rap is gonna see the light

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

We both knew this was gonna be tough

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Once we grab the mic you ain't gonna have no choice

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Bet i get it quick lick it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

If we gonna change the world, first we gotta change,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom