This is a song about "Bruin woods week seven"

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Nightmare on any street

Three lunch boxes a week,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I like listening to music in the week.

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

I’m tryna be low key

Knees week, arms are sturdy

That tre five seven stay tuck

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)