This is a song about "Folk person staying in the forest"

Malcolm is the kind of person

Something wicked this way come

I am not the only one

You cant handle me in person,

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I remember back when i used to be the person to stay silent in the hallways

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Im a better mc got you lost in the forest

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Run to the forest like lieutenant dan,

But my character never could be like them, man

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Need to grime i'm staying in line for the game not the fame

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain