This is a song about "Chopping wood"

I ask would/wood you please leave,

But in the meantime it's lights please

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

I know they pay me too much of attention

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

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

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

And i plan on chopping till the planet stop,

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

You like the chopping game well i'll be name dropping