This is a song about "Grandpa riding on the wood"

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

'cuz i be flowing, riding up on the beat, and that's dope and you ain't even know it,

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

My bitches fuck me good

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

What, what ... project shit what

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Won't run out anytime soon

Riding down the highway (zoom zoom)

"he bout to rhyme on riding dimes again?"

Gets harder than rihanna when

And hide like a beast under the wood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took