This is a song about "Popin the choppa"

Its cold as shit in this booth

I'm the nigga with the juice

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I let you know you dealing with dogs

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And she gon let it loose, hey

The truth but thats the way

Your developmental league don’t see a team

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