This is a song about "Wood floors"

Shots, they back and forth

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Smoke ? you know it taste good

And hide like a beast under the wood

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood

Lock your doors, you want more? get you knocked to the floors

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs