This is a song about "Wood glue"

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

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

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

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

My lyrics stick to your mind like super glue

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Her name was sue and we use to stick together like glue,

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Ain't finna peak yet

Got tired of running from the police

I ask would/wood you please leave,

Searching for fortune and fame

Hold it down like lean and wood grain