This is a song about "Tom wood"

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

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

I ask would/wood you please leave,

Cause there could never be peace

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

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

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper