This is a song about "Jeremy wood"

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I'm droppin' fire, only things they're dropping's hot wood,

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

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

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