This is a song about "The hut"

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

Speed up, patience, please cause

Car seats got screens in them

Do the math, get the sum

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Enter the building through the window

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

In the face of the outside.

Which you know i'm different, right

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh