This is a song about "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood"

Saturday's were a blast, so how long could they last

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

From hollywood to the hood

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Probably die getting some head

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Fuck what you think of me i would rather chuck than to change a little part of me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

But that's only possible if a fucker could,

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good