This is a song about "Bruin woods week seven"

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

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

One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure

Seventeen eighty seven

I need to free them

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

Been doing music since i was fuckin seven

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Take this back to seventeen seventy seven