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

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Riding shot gun when the cops open the door

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

I stayed strong through all of the season riding my 2004 nissan.

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Screaming sparks out the window when we riding by

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Dreams riding him on rockets shit in his locket of rhymes from his pocket

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

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort