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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Smoke the trees like forest fires, they provide a golden fleece,

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

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

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

Dare to be fly ic-arus? you'll probably fall to the forest, before we even call in the chorus

Never no more will you see me, this is the endcause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a sucka for love

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

And dream bout you get into your heart core , with a thorn open a door