This is a song about "I got wood"

Without your love it's cold as fuck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

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

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

You got fired i got promoted

After that moscato hit

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Inferior, but i'm nice

I ask would/wood you please leave,