This is a song about "Ronaldo chop"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Murder chop your bodies up, put it on a sack then put them on a stack

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

Chop and eat you ,attack you like a locust

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

I promise you pain, i will chop your body in threes

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Of people who will chop me up like slaughterhouses

Pawning my chain in the shop

Now we chop the whole fucking block