This is a song about "Wood"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

Like a church in debt

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

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