This is a song about "Morning wood"

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Nobody ain't own us yet

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

They are not confident when im talking

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And sure enough my dad came one morning

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

Tissues and moans even in the morning

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood