This is a song about "Pull up wit a choppa"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

And pull those other four down you ain't giving up

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Stick up weezy wit a thumbtack straight fact,

Celebrate the very day that i get past

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Your getting fucked enough, wit those weak words you throw up,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,