This is a song about "Avril wood"

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

And hide like a beast under the wood

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines