This is a song about "Worldwide choppers"

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Until the coppers drop in from choppers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Bitch im worldwide no part time

Promise me you won't step out of line

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

I'm gonna be qualified to be known worldwide.

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

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

Cause when i need the choppers, that bullet gonna be

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy