This is a song about "Mr wood"

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

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

No hook, fuck a hook

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Mr. right's running up,

I thought it'd get better but