This is a song about "Pure wood"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Up in the sky, on a gulf stream tour

You're the tidal wave, it's pure

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits