This is a song about "Wood floors"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

We mop the floors with the whackest cliques

Went out and had a church of kids

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

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

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

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

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

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook