This is a song about "Cabin in the woods"

Dc cabs got my pops alright

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Hackin bitches with a cleaver like i got cabin fever

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

So rest your weary heart

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,

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Ooh i got a cabin by the lake baby boo

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

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