This is a song about "Large pieces of wood"

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

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

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

I hit your block and we can box for fun

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

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Feeding pieces of them to each other so they taste it

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

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