This is a song about "Darius woods"

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

It's no longer a new jack city

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

J moved on, darius is gone, when will i get to leave this?,

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

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

In the woods outside on the dirt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Nity? all i have now is to live in the woods and cook squirrel's carcasses,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this