This is a song about "Wood owls"

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Moldy wood. i give my all when i pick up the pen, try to put me down say i'm

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

This information is vital, look

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

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

To mcs that don't rhyme good

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites