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

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

There's not much at stake, hungry for blood, could eat a t-rex steak.

You could chuck all of his shit

How bout we blow this bit

How many weed you're smoking, "#i'm #so #much #respected, #i #go #harder #than #a #guard #or #kern"

A cynical state of mind, untypical words with sophistical meaning, mystical turn/

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Now, i really doubt a single emcee could have much of an impact/