This is a song about "Lumber"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I feel like another pile of lumber

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for