This is a song about "Ryan wood"

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

You're not usin' your brain

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

That happen to act like a black president

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Woo-hah, got you all in check

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I'm droppin' fire, only things they're dropping's hot wood,

Car seats got screens in them

Whats up, my name is ryan,

Tina perm your fucking weave

I ask would/wood you please leave,

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good