I first heard this song “Don’t Choke” by DB.Boutabag on a quiet evening at a friend’s house. As the music played in the background, I found myself captivated by the raw energy and catchy beats of this track. It stood out among the songs that were playing that night, and I couldn’t help but dig deeper into its meaning.

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Intro

I smoke dope, get dough, uh, uh, uh
(Ayy, go ‘head, IIInfinite)
Now I’m walkin’ like I’m rich, high school, I was broke
Ayy, uh, uh, uh, ayy (Lonis on this)

Verse 1

I just bounced out this foreign, ice age on my neck (Bling)
Pour Wock’, smoke klock, now I’m stretched (Now I’m stretched)
I just seen the rollers, had to bend the corner, almost wrecked (Skrrt, skrrt)
Blow a ten and make a ten when I’m stressin’ (When I’m stressin’)
Y’all a group of ten niggas in the club with no section (Where the hoes at?)
Name four bitches gave me bands and I ain’t sex ’em (And I ain’t touch ’em)
Niecy, Tonya, Hailey, Stacy
I would say Naynay, but her head game crazy (She was cold)
Bitch, I’m klocked-klocked, give me top when I’m faded (When I’m faded)
My bitch Vietnamese, so this Bape came from Asia (So this Bape came from Asia)
I just put this bitch in sport mode, now I’m racing (Now I’m racing)
Blues never mixin’ with these dubs like they racist (Like they racist)

Chorus

I smoke dope, get dough (Get dough)
Smoke klock, two klocks, don’t choke (Don’t choke)
Pour Wock’, drop drop ’til it go (‘Til it go)
In this bitch geekin’, you ain’t have to tell me when to go (Nigga, tell me when to go)
I smoke dope (Fuck hoes), get dough (Get dough)
Smoke klock, two klocks, don’t choke (Don’t choke)
Pour Wock’, drop drop ’til it go (‘Til it go)
In this bitch geekin’, you ain’t have to tell me when to go (Tell me when to go)

Verse 2

I be at my shows high as fuck, I can’t think in this bitch (Think in this bitch)
Nigga lookin’ at my chain, better not blink in this bitch (Better not make a wrong move)
I’ma slut her out, you gon’ put a ring on that bitch (Put a ring on that bitch)
I see the driveway when backin’ out, cameras on the whip (Skrrt)
I think I like this lil’ thick bitch, finna make her strip (Finna make her strip)
Keep Thor in the Uber, hella hammers in this whip (All these hammers in the whip)
I think it’s COVID on my necklace, got all these niggas sick (All these niggas sick)
I was broke in high school, now I’m walkin’ like I’m rich
I’m on Melrose shoppin’, probably walkin’ with your bitch (Probably walkin’ with her)
Nigga, you are not poppin’, just stop it, nigga, sit
Bitch, I’m really ’bout a bag, go ask your bitch about this (Go ask your bitch about this)
I will only talk diamonds and I’m walkin’ with a stick (And I’m walkin’ with these klocks)

Chorus

I smoke dope, get dough (Get dough)
Smoke klock, two klocks, don’t choke (Don’t choke)
Pour Wock’, drop drop ’til it go (‘Til it go)
In this bitch geekin’, you ain’t have to tell me when to go (Nigga, tell me when to go)
I smoke dope (Fuck hoes), get dough (Get dough)
Smoke klock, two klocks, don’t choke (Don’t choke)
Pour Wock’, drop drop ’til it go (‘Til it go)
In this bitch geekin’, you ain’t have to tell me when to go (Tell me when to go)

Outro

Bitch, I’m klocked-klocked, give me top when I’m faded
My bitch Vietnamese, so this Bape came from Asia
I just put this bitch in sport mode, now I’m racing
Blues never mixin’ with these dubs like they racist

Listening to the lyrics of “Don’t Choke,” it becomes clear that DB.Boutabag reflects on his journey from a humble background to attaining success and wealth. In the introductory lines, the artist mentions smoking dope and getting money, alluding to a lavish lifestyle that he may not have experienced earlier in life.

In the first verse, DB.Boutabag talks about his expensive possessions, such as a foreign car and a flashy jewelry piece, symbolizing his newfound status. He also navigates tricky situations with law enforcement and boasts about attracting attention from beautiful women. The chorus emphasizes his love for partying, luxury, and the thrill of the moment.

The second verse further highlights DB.Boutabag’s confidence and arrogance. He mentions being high at his shows and warns others not to underestimate him. The lyrics suggest a disregard for commitment, referring to his ability to seduce women without any intention of settling down. He flaunts his material possessions, asserting his status in the rap game.

While the lyrics of “Don’t Choke” revolve around themes of money, success, and indulgence, it’s important to recognize that music often serves as a form of self-expression and storytelling for artists. It allows them to share their experiences and perspectives, which may resonate with listeners who have faced similar circumstances or aspirations.

Overall, this track by DB.Boutabag presents a snapshot of his journey from struggle to triumph, with lyrics that celebrate material success, self-assuredness, and the pursuit of pleasure. Music, as a universal language, allows listeners to connect with artists and their narratives, finding meaning and resonance in their words.