This is a song about "Tom wood"

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

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

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,

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

Somebody sue me, like tom cruise in that movie/

Must be something you want me to see

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

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood