This is a song about "Aubrey woods"

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

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

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,

In the woods outside on the dirt

Yeah you know i got that work

You obviously lack originality like aubrey drake/

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Nity? all i have now is to live in the woods and cook squirrel's carcasses,