This is a song about "Istagram trey woods"

Then leave her dead body in the woods

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My shirt, purple label my shirt

In the woods outside on the dirt

Kd trey 5 ballin with the nigga russell westbrook

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

But still i hear rustles in the woods and i think it's the police emerging,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Lets appreciate all the beauty in this life

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

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

Not to give me stress and add to pressure