This is a song about "The forest"

Black fours red drop head doors

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

In the heat of the summer,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

December 4th a star was born

Whos been in the forest too long

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Smoke the trees like forest fires, they provide a golden fleece,

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place