This is a song about "Morning wood"

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Probably die getting some head

Hide bodies in a wood shed

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

And ya'll don't know no beef

I ask would/wood you please leave,

From hollywood to the hood

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

The only time i flirt with her

Every morning in the mirror