This is a song about "Wood glue"

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

I ain't quitting i ain't splitting, i'ma stick it like glue

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Like a church in debt

Then go and sniff some glue

Wolf gang, triple six crew

From hollywood to the hood

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

Relationships aren't glue, they call u magnificent

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I ain't tryna diss you

Sticking together, like glue.

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

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