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

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I feel like another pile of lumber

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

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker