This is a song about "Bruin woods"

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,

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

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

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In the woods outside on the dirt

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting 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,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Then leave her dead body in the woods