This is a song about "Bradley woods"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Malia family, we the family

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

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,

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