This is a song about "Morning wood"

Every morning in the mirror

See, i like the person that you are

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

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

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

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Trying hard to speak and

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

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

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

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

I wanted the money and never the fame

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood