This is a song about "Worldwide choppers"

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

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

And now these hoes are on my line

Bitch im worldwide no part time

Cause when i need the choppers, that bullet gonna be

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

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

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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