This is a song about "A forrest"

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Oh wow, obilivion stump

U remind me of forrest gump,

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

A bunch a singers and sinners

Faxed a train, and killed a jam, cracks unchained a skilled lamb,

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

A boy taken for a goon

I need a little room

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

My bitch, your bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

A store that dosen't get a

Your gonna be on top nigga