This is a song about "Chopping wood"

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

I'm everything that they call nice

I ask would/wood you please leave,

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

And i plan on chopping till the planet stop,

This information is vital, look

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good