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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

And now goin round wit her friends foolin around goin crazy

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

I be running around my town. till i run my town

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Get of the mic, beat it and run

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

To the homie wit no discretion

My position improving, not to mention

Around in her room,wont run out anytime soon.

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy