This is a song about "Istagram trey woods"

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Drain a trey walk off the court, mark cuban better pay me

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

Now move back over here to the right

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Beef with me tails will break hips, trey flips adlibs of horrorcore, but more,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Then leave her dead body in the woods

The boys in blue! get 'em trey!

Reading shit my critics say

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

This is like riding through the city