This is a song about "Wood owls"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

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

Y'all niggas want to go platinum but see you can't even get a wood pushed,

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Hide bodies in a wood shed

My god come before this bread

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

From hollywood to the hood

And hide like a beast under the wood

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder