This is a song about "Glen wood street"

But don't fall asleep

While i’m walking down the street

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

I need to beat

G.o.n.z. running down the street

If he does my soul to keep

Wen i walk down ya street

I'll never call you bitch again

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Swear i will murk any beat

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood