This is a song about "Snow wood"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Cutting me this worthless check

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Hit the club she drop it low

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood