This is a song about "Kiran wood"

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

This information is vital, look

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

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

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

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

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

I ask would/wood you please leave,

Cause there'll never be peace