This is a song about "Josh wood"

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the 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

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

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites

If you ever feel alone and

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away