This is a song about "Janet wood"

Call me a product of my own damn hood

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

So dunn stay silent

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Chopping my style down like spruce 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,

Y'all niggas want to go platinum but see you can't even get a wood pushed,

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck