This is a song about "Chopping wood"

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Aye, hold your head homie, look

To im chopping of your genitals kill ya mother and father drop u and your

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond