This is a song about "Bradley woods"

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

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

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever