This is a song about "Wood"

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

I don't really give a fuck

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

So you wanna release platinum? you won’t even go wood,

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

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And hide like a beast under the wood

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood