This is a song about "Glenn wood"

They just don't give a fuck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Kick back and know yo son set

Hide bodies in a wood shed

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

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter