This is a song about "Wood owls"

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

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

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

From hollywood to the hood

Moldy wood. i give my all when i pick up the pen, try to put me down say i'm

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

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

Graspin at her hair givin holly all the wood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

And hide like a beast under the wood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Hide bodies in a wood shed

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good