This is a song about "Large pieces of wood"

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Snap you into pieces, the definition of pliant,

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

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Let's pretend he never scribbled on the pieces of paper,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Most of y'all got large mouths, probably from suckin' cock,

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,