This is a song about "Tree nial wood"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And hide like a beast under the wood

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Right flows down and they might go nice

I ask would/wood you please leave,

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood