This is a song about "Morning wood"

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

House gets raided at 3 in the morning

Through all the rain and the pain

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

This information is vital, look

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

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

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

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Smoke ? you know it taste good