This is a song about "In the woods"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

He's in the books he's in the cites

In the foreground while i'm in the

Your gonna be on top nigga

In the face of the outside.

Over me the same peeps that have died

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good