This is a song about "Drew wood"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Drew my blueprint, got it illustrated affiliated

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

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

Top down feeling the breeze, no drew

When you keep em right beside you

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

And hide like a beast under the wood

From hollywood to the hood