This is a song about "Bradley woods"

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

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,

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

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

In the woods outside on the dirt

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Then leave her dead body in the woods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Epic, they used to feed me detours