This is a song about "Wood owls"

I ask would/wood you please leave,

You gotta breathe and be at ease

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

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

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

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Every day, my morning wood made me pass out, there's no way they

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

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

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

Thanks to all that, never had to knock on wood cause i'm still alive and kicking

They ain't heard me yet, that's why they sound like fuckin' owls/

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house