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

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

I'm on the run, keep running

But i ain't listening

Delivery choppy, break em like rocky

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Fuckers run around with the birds so just leave em with the fishes

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

The bigger the run for

Then the world ain't no trick no more