This is a song about "Glenn wood"

And hide like a beast under the wood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

We was loonie i suppose, you could

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Without your love it's cold as fuck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Moldy wood. i give my all when i pick up the pen, try to put me down say i'm

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

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

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

So you wanna release platinum? you won’t even go wood,