This is a song about "Shitting in the woods"

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

In the foreground while i'm in the

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

They say it's only one life, life, life

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

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

Knocked out in the lunch in

With a little bit of passion

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

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