This is a song about "Wood floors"

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Ain't finna peak yet

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

That shit was wack as fuck

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites