This is a song about "Balsa wood models"

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

It to others got two role models aka brothers

Aye, hold your head homie, look

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

I wanted the money and never the fame

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

Dancing with models and nights still seem new

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

If you had no role models and if you had no chaperones,

When i'm blown i can work proper

We poppin' models like dahmer