This is a song about "Popin the choppa"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

I'mma make it rain trick

Got the passion for the music

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

From curb surfingwe working the industry