This is a song about "Janet wood"

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

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

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

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

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