This is a song about "Piching a tent"

Like a baby without a diaper

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Finally i find an abandoned tent and hide under it

Half your body laying on my chest

I set up these rhymes like a tent.

Weight of the world on up a tent pole

Timmy got his bike stole

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

The richest place on earth

A bunch a singers and sinners

Wanna hear me, go wait in line and pitch a tent

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Influences are a dime a dozen