This is a song about "Cabin in the woods"

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

From the time that you stole my heart

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Assassins are stabbed in the back of my cabin

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

I can always depend on my mama

In the foreground while i'm in the