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

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Got a box that filled with almost everything else

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Dip tho cause her pussy was a forest

I'm the biggest mistake in my moms life/ nothing but a lost

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

With nothing but a bottle of skin lotion and barney posters,