This is a song about "Wood burn"

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

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

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Do you need a water bottle with that burn?

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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

Sid's got the magic, watch him burn

Guess i see it's my turn

The juices enough just to let it burn,

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

Im happier when high and drunk

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

When they showed up at your door at christmas

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff