This is a song about "Logan peck"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

All i could see was a woodpecker trying to peck

I once had this friend, his name was logan.

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Logan i've become so numb to what you've said

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.