This is a song about "Wood"

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

And hide like a beast under the wood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

I’m coming back like light-skin and

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

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

That shit was wack as fuck

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could