This is a song about "You have a chode"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Yes you have a gun but wont fire,

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

You shouldn't have wanted a battle chump

A booming voice "you have failed me"

But am i less holy

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

Sucking's a habit you have adapted

Get the zippo and spark the shit

You have a decision, life or death... choose

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

You have a hound on a lead,

Ain't finna peak yet