This is a song about "Jeremy wood"

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

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

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Got tired of running from the police

I ask would/wood you please leave,

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

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

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

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

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

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