This is a song about "Bretton woods confrence"

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

In the woods outside on the dirt

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

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

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

I'll never forget, never forget the night

Then leave her dead body in the woods

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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