This is a song about "Josh wood"

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

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

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

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!

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

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

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

If a wood chuck could chuck wood