This is a song about "Andy wood"

I'm droppin' fire, only things they're dropping's hot wood,

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

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

They think they bring that pain

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

I ask would/wood you please leave,

And hide like a beast under the wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood