This is a song about "Andy wood"

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Like a richter; i'm andy, like a hurricane; sandy

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

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

Thanks to all that, never had to knock on wood cause i'm still alive and kicking

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood