This is a song about "Salvador dali"

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Like a church in debt

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Don't touch that it's mahogany, the scars will never fade

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Fakes get a blast from me, laugh at me, and get peeled lika mango/

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good