This is a song about "Woodywood pecker"

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Yo we shine bright, y'all can peep the lights,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Singing and swinging been

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

I live my life in tha fast lane

And try to find solutions while i'm higher than a light post

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

But still disastrous like an antagonist swinging an axe and shit

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

And if you peep what i'm typin', you'll see i'm gassed but deadly like ether designin'

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him