This is a song about "Tree nial wood"

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Tell them niggas they sleeping

Extensive tree breathing

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Blow trees like a hurricane

She said she dont like dick but she in d nial,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Like an apple from a tree

So while the world goes drake crazy