This is a song about "Mr wood"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

While i'm making history

Mr. prezy, where head be

I ask would/wood you please leave,

Rideright back to the movies

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

I thought it'd get better but

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

As many grains of salt as bacon

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion