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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Got a box that filled with almost everything else

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

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

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

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Im a better mc got you lost in the forest

Just a girl with nothing but a bad ass flow.

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

I'm jizzling liquid like my dick is a forest

A boy in his prime trying to leave his mark in this world

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first