This is a song about "Balsa wood models"

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

So you wanna release platinum? you won’t even go wood,

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Sunroof flow so over your head

Hide bodies in a wood shed

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat.

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

We was loonie i suppose, you could