This is a song about "Nial wood"

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

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

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter