This is a song about "From the woods to the hoods"

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

I can smell it when i go outside

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till

From workin' 9 to 5, from grindin', tryna provide for the family,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

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