This is a song about "Stroking wood"

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

I ask would/wood you please leave,

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Thanks to all that, never had to knock on wood cause i'm still alive and kicking

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

And hide like a beast under the wood

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

You dick choking faggots probly stroking

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Moldy wood. i give my all when i pick up the pen, try to put me down say i'm