This is a song about "Josh wood"

My whip is new but i'm playin' old school

Stops bein hyper, josh its time to act cool...

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

My name is josh and i don't like to pretend to be something i don't intend to be

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

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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