This is a song about "Run around wit the choppa"

All because i don't run around for my own sake

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

When she see me on the streets, she turn around the other way and run

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

To the homie wit no discretion

Catch you up on places i've been

When you beefed wit' him, you see him around the block, you would go conceal//

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You the type to run your mouth then run from me