This is a song about "Josh wood"

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

We deal with his shit, that's josh he just don't care,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

My buzz is like cocaine

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

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

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

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

So you wanna release platinum? you won’t even go wood,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

This information is vital, look

If a wood chuck could chuck wood