This is a song about "Pure wood"

No hook, fuck a hook

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

When you feel like this

Like an abyss, pure bliss

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Soul pure like a girl keeping her virginity,