This is a song about "Run forest"

The forest looking for those pearly gates.

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

We have nothing in common

We are on a great run

I like to watch you run,

Yeah i ain't done

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Got mo honey than a forest with a billiooon bears

Me and my microphone could be one

Bitch leme hit that home run

I think i just started some verbal forest fires,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers