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

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

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But i'm a lazy boy but there's change in my lining

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Got a box that filled with almost everything else

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

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

Just a girl with nothing but a bad ass flow.

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough