This is a song about "Balsa wood models"

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

So you wanna release platinum? you won’t even go wood,

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

But in the meantime it's lights please

I ask would/wood you please leave,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Probably die getting some head