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

Hide bodies in a wood shed

My voice make her wet

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Nobody could give a fuck if you flaunt

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

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Y'all niggas want to go platinum but see you can't even get a wood pushed,

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

But that's only possible if a fucker could,

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

You used to a partner in crime by the name of chuck

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks