This is a song about "Janet wood"

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Every day, my morning wood made me pass out, there's no way they

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood

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

Hide bodies in a wood shed

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

My buzz is like cocaine