This is a song about "Pine wood"

It's always been the pine, to ease my mind,

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

With a little bit of passion

Was it pine or could it be pin?

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Hide bodies in a wood shed

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

I ask would/wood you please leave,

And all my childhood memories