This is a song about "Bruin woods"

It's a fools fatewithout your word

In the woods outside on the dirt

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

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free