This is a song about "Ashley woods"

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

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

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

Then leave her dead body in the woods

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Parallel on the other side

In the woods, i began to slaughter those weaker than me.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

This ain't no haunting in the woods, were is slender

I never use a fork i always spoon her