This is a song about "Logan peck"

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I once had this friend, his name was logan.

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

All i could see was a woodpecker trying to peck

That whatever it creates it will land in the head