This is a song about "Balsa wood models"

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

I ain't interested in fame

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book