This is a song about "Chopping wood"

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood

To im chopping of your genitals kill ya mother and father drop u and your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Like sally mae on college debt