This is a song about "Wood spoon"

Clap two times if you drunk

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

From hollywood to the hood

I ask would/wood you please leave,

4-3... yea, remember that please

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

And hide like a beast under the wood

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

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

Say what you wanna but

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck