This is a song about "Morning wood"

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

I ask would/wood you please leave,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Call me a product of my own damn hood

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

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

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Cut me off every time im talking

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

And sure enough my dad came one morning

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Know how it feels waking up every morning

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing