This is a song about "Kiran wood"

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

This information is vital, look

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

Whenever someone brings up that topic my heart gets cut like wood

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