This is a song about "Janet wood"

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

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

I ask would/wood you please leave,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

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

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

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

I thought it'd get better but

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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