This is a song about "Forest lake football"

Other wise you'll get left in a lake of blood

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

They'll find your body deep in a lake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

I'm a forest walker, foggy talker, cold morning proper

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

And send ya into toxic waste in a frozen solid lake,

But i’m taking the bate, ‘n all the respect in this lake,

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

You flow like a lake im more like a tidal wave

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Run to the forest like lieutenant dan,