This is a song about "Logan peck"

I once had this friend, his name was logan.

All the girls really want is fun

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

All i could see was a woodpecker trying to peck

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

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