This is a song about "In the woods"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

And ask me how was my night

In the face of the outside.

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,

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

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours