This is a song about "Bohemian grove"

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Man, i can't even stand you,

And all the shit you went through

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

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

I'm a bad motherfucker

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

These wussies pretending to stand big

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Allergic to me like i'm spring season, you need some claritin.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win