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

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

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

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

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

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

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

To the homie wit no discretion

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My choppa strap too long

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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