This is a song about "Tom wood"

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I ask would/wood you please leave,

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Somebody sue me, like tom cruise in that movie/

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Lobsters and shrimp im good