This is a song about "Star wars nial wood"

That gal want me ride har

And could i be a star

Claiming ourself more now fit wars

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Young money, d-town's all star

That gyal want mi ride har

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

And hide like a beast under the wood

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce