This is a song about "Cabin in the woods"

That bitch was racist, got me fired

In the woods outside on the dirt

Assassins are stabbed in the back of my cabin

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

If it's not tell them bitches take a hike, word life

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

But still i hear rustles in the woods and i think it's the police emerging,

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

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

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)