This is a song about "Lumber"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I feel like another pile of lumber

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

This man can single handedly save the culture

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber