This is a song about "The choppah"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Still the man with the pan

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Down the street to the car,

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke