This is a song about "A boy called brian lost in a canadian forest with nothing else but his hatchet"

Got a box that filled with almost everything else

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

Who ya got left to congregate deploy activate decoy

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Release the pressure in his heart, he lost a brother,

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Dip tho cause her pussy was a forest

Just a girl with nothing but a bad ass flow.

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

A boy in his prime trying to leave his mark in this world

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned