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

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Going for the long run

I can only imagine

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

To the homie wit no discretion

You fuck around wit a real savage

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

And now goin round wit her friends foolin around goin crazy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

??? ??? ?? with the feeling right

Run up on you wit a nine, what a fright

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

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

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

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