This is a song about "Kiran wood"

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

From hollywood to the hood

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood

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

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood