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

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Dip tho cause her pussy was a forest

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

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

You gone make me flip then split your shit

A buried hatchet that lasted

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

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