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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

Catch you up on places i've been

To the homie wit no discretion

Just to match the grind with precision

Get of the mic, beat it and run

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

I don't jog around my neighborhood, but i run my block/