This is a song about "Josh wood"

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And hide like a beast under the wood

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood

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

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

Hide bodies in a wood shed

And please never disrespect my set