This is a song about "Popin the choppa"

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

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

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Do the math, get the sum

Straight lane kiffen them

I let that choppa intersect ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

Slow and steady wins this race

The streetz is aint the safe

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

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

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga