This is a song about "Wood glue"

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Cutting me this worthless check

Hide bodies in a wood shed

I cant fix i cant glue it

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Because i ain't going i'm sticking like glue

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Relationships aren't glue, they call u magnificent

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Benjamin paston and glue jackson

But that’s just life, where i’m from