This is a song about "Bretton woods conference"

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

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

Epic, they used to feed me detours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Hold a little conference make sure there is proper seating

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

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

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Chillin' with homies and family

Then leave her dead body in the woods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours