This is a song about "Bohemian grove"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Chasing myself, im in the grove its how i let loose, now i fit the shoes

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

This one, not so smooth he will not approve, in a messy grove

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Selfish absurd dimwitted unlit nitwit twisted twig stick end fiction

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin