This is a song about "Avril wood"

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Kick back and know yo son set

And hide like a beast under the wood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

I ask would/wood you please leave,

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

That shit was wack as fuck

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Every day, my morning wood made me pass out, there's no way they

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Y'all niggas want to go platinum but see you can't even get a wood pushed,

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