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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Then leave her dead body in the woods

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Gonna make from the bottom to the top

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes

And we can't fall

From the bench to the ball