This is a song about "The forest"

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

Do the math, get the sum

But that’s just life, where i’m from

The forest looking for those pearly gates.

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

In the heat of the summer,

And let them lames get your old number

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Got mo honey than a forest with a billiooon bears