This is a song about "Large pieces of wood"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Like a small garage in your backyard

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Satan's horns, thunder pounds, pieces of an angel's face,

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

We will never die, we are forever alive

To real life: large minds abroad the hardship of hard times

This information is vital, look

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

Youre all pawns of the thing at large