This is a song about "Morning wood"

They are not confident when im talking

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

From hollywood to the hood

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

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

And hide like a beast under the wood

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood