This is a song about "Pure wood"

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Kick back and know yo son set

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Like an abyss, pure bliss

I'm in love with your business

But in the meantime it's lights please

I ask would/wood you please leave,