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

So everyday i run around sayin' dat i'm cursed

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Run up on you wit a nine, what a fright

Killa never let the drama slide

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

When i come around all the kids they run away,

My sim card's the bomb

My choppa strap too long

I can do this music the way i do because im wit

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps