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

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

It'll last for all these crazy days

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Dip tho cause her pussy was a forest

Weight on my chest like i body build

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

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Just a girl with nothing but a bad ass flow.

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

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

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer