This is a song about "Worldwide choppers"

You claim that you're worldwide, that's the dumbest thing that i've ever heard.

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

When we bring out them choppers, you gonna have heart attack.

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Cause when i need the choppers, that bullet gonna be

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Like king i had a dream which is one day my music is worldwide

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

This is a dis to the bad rappers worldwide, elvin is fruitcake not even gonna lie tho

Until the coppers drop in from choppers

Penncounting pennys over tha years