This is a song about "Greenwood savages"

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Fantastic, ripping rap savages, pass it on, i have to sin,

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages