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

Run around town, looking for a guy that sell that tree,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

When i come around all the kids they run away,

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Get of the mic, beat it and run

I'm a son of a gun

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

The leader of n.w.a, nobody fucked wit' him, because he had his 9mm loader wit' his pack//

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

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

Going for the long run

Yeah bitch this date's done

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

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

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

You fuck around wit a real savage