This is a song about "Wood"

Rideright back to the movies

I ask would/wood you please leave,

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

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

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

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good