This is a song about "Pure wood"

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

This information is vital, look

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Rapping with pure intelligence,

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

So here i am at the store for some chips

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

When she left me my heart was empty nothing pure

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Hide bodies in a wood shed

To mcs that don't rhyme good

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Soul pure like a girl keeping her virginity,

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly