This is a song about "Balsa wood models"

Give us this day, our daily bread

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

No role models, just whole bottles, and you could never know it,

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

I wish i’ll never see you again

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

I'm droppin' fire, only things they're dropping's hot wood,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

That happiness isn't buried on tv screen with pretty models

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love