This is a song about "Glenn wood"

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Thanks to all that, never had to knock on wood cause i'm still alive and kicking

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

So here i am at the store for some chips

I ask would/wood you please leave,

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Every day, my morning wood made me pass out, there's no way they

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

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