This is a song about "Glenn wood"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Smoke ? you know it taste good

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

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

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Niggas who ain't seen beef

I ask would/wood you please leave,

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood