This is a song about "The beauty of forest"

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

The forest looking for those pearly gates.

Ill punch them in the face until my fist hurts, your beauty is beyond compare

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

See that's the beauty of it, why i love it, that's the grand design,

Dare to be fly ic-arus? you'll probably fall to the forest, before we even call in the chorus

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sini'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

All up in your motherfucking mouthheadbanger boogie

Lo and behold this finely back-rolled thick beauty,

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for