This is a song about "Woodywood pecker"

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

Fuck what you heard

Too stoned to kill a bird/

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

An #kief, that'll put the #little baby bird to #sleep

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

No more waiting in a line

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

You ain't never heard a peep so just keep it a see--

Guess that means you can never be mine

I took my number, i waited in line

African queen got what you need

I better not hear a peep unless i speak,