This is a song about "Free wood"

And hide like a beast under the wood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Fuckin hoes thats all free,

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Cutting me this worthless check

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood