This is a song about "Wood"

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

And hide like a beast under the wood

Cutting me this worthless check

Hide bodies in a wood shed

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood