This is a song about "The hut"

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Enter the building through the window

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

The truth but thats the way

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

You gotta make sure you aim right

In the face of the outside.

Got the passion for the music

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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

The weed into the bong

Stood out like pootie tang