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

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

We all say we're gonna change the world once we get rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

And oh, when ya asked us what we gonna do,

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Because one day the good people are gonna end ya,

Cuz we see food differently, don't get ya cock stuck,

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup