This is a song about "Josh wood"

I shit on niggas so much i'm jdot or josh dukies on toilets

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

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

And hide like a beast under the wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

I'll never call you bitch again

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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