This is a song about "Chopping wood"

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

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

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

Attention is a must

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

We was loonie i suppose, you could

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Also i'm chopping misers grossly caused reduction

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself