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

Then push the milk on a slow bend

A name with a vision boy called aspect,

But now my shakin' hand's in his face with a gat

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Never can i straight face

Who ya got left to congregate deploy activate decoy

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

There's nothing else to accept but a nice long goodbye

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Just a girl with nothing but a bad ass flow.

A buried hatchet that lasted

Get the zippo and spark the shit