This is a song about "Tom wood"

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

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

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites

Somebody sue me, like tom cruise in that movie/

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

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