This is a song about "Stroking wood"

Got tired of running from the police

I ask would/wood you please leave,

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

You dick choking faggots probly stroking

I was born to do the damn thing

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Every day, my morning wood made me pass out, there's no way they

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Y'all niggas want to go platinum but see you can't even get a wood pushed,