This is a song about "Bruin woods"

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

And if i want to go outside

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

In the woods outside on the dirt

Too focused, one word

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

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

Then leave her dead body in the woods

I flash smiles at the mean looks