This is a song about "A forrest"

U remind me of forrest gump,

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Your a horse without a saddle

She all that i can handle

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Take a kitkat take a break,

Of course they all hate

Better yet they work my every nerve

A bunch a singers and sinners

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

Our history that they stole, africa