This is a song about "Wood work"

To mcs that don't rhyme good

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Searching for fortune and fame

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

I ain't trynna be forward

People around are doing their work