This is a song about "Janet wood"

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

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

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Thanks to all that, never had to knock on wood cause i'm still alive and kicking

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

I ask would/wood you please leave,