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

I'm jizzling liquid like my dick is a forest

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

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

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

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

But i'm not in the first place

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

A name with a vision boy called aspect,