This is a song about "Bohemian grove"

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I'm a champ but i don't settle for secondary

Dip tho cause her pussy was a forest

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

The forest looking for those pearly gates.

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Step to secondary divorce,

Don’t like to see when she talk

Make the ladies' panties fog