This is a song about "Hard wood"

Call me a product of my own damn hood

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Just another product of this matrix

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

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

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

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

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood