This is a song about "Forest"

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

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

Got mo honey than a forest with a billiooon bears

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Im a better mc got you lost in the forest

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Whos been in the forest too long

And we don't know no right from wrong

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

The forest looking for those pearly gates.

I'm jizzling liquid like my dick is a forest

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

Spit flame causing forest fores these rappers talkin smokin trees