This is a song about "A day in the woods"

That we all feel every day, life is a blur in the fast lane

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

At the end of a day all i do is hang in the balance

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

But like the sun in a foggy day

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But still i hear rustles in the woods and i think it's the police emerging,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

Raised in a masacre, im a basterd till the day i die

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Still a child at heart till the day that i'm in the dirt