This is a song about "Worldwide choppers"

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

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

Cause when i need the choppers, that bullet gonna be

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

I'm gonna be qualified to be known worldwide.

Bitch im worldwide no part time

There you lyin’ a rhyme

Until the coppers drop in from choppers

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

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

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back