This is a song about "Kiran wood"

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

Y'all niggas want to go platinum but see you can't even get a wood pushed,

Thanks to all that, never had to knock on wood cause i'm still alive and kicking

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

And hide like a beast under the wood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Time after time, again and again

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

I know you're mad, but so what

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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