This is a song about "Nial wood"

Moldy wood. i give my all when i pick up the pen, try to put me down say i'm

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

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

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

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

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood

And hide like a beast under the wood

Aye, hold your head homie, look