This is a song about "Wood owls"

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

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

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

And hide like a beast under the wood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

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

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

This information is vital, look

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

I ask would/wood you please leave,

Inferior, but i'm nice

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Call levi's we can see about the home cook