This is a song about "Bretton woods confrence"

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

When it's trouble, they "blocka" and fuck a life

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

In the woods outside on the dirt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

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