This is a song about "Shitting in the woods"

While shitting or fart, hard enough to

And all the while i think of you

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

A twenty somethin cup

Stuck in the in the tub,

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

But still i hear rustles in the woods and i think it's the police emerging,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing