This is a song about "Wood glue"

You, you, you have to pay for that

I cant fix i cant glue it

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Sticking together, like glue.

Would have came back for you

My lyrics stick to your mind like super glue

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

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

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

Trying to get high so you are sniffing glue

Watching for the cops that's moving through

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Hold it down like lean and wood grain