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

And now goin round wit her friends foolin around goin crazy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Boom! run up on a nigga wit the dope lyrics.

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

To the homie wit no discretion

Icy kash, wit the dope shit

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz