This is a song about "Berne sander"

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

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

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

As my name get bigger this game get different