This is a song about "The hut"

In the face of the outside.

I’ll be back on the same night

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

The only time i flirt with her

The replacement of the word "mother"

And we here to stay

The truth but thats the way

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Stood out like pootie tang

The weed into the bong