This is a song about "Lumber"

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Just so happens mine they prefer

I feel like another pile of lumber

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber