This is a song about "Wood grain"

Repetitive competitive grain girding lanes, lined in arrays, lane to lane,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Don't go against the grain, or they'll make ya go insane,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Coming straight from the sands, i'm lost in a grain of thought

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

So you wanna release platinum? you won’t even go wood,

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

I got that mass appeal

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits