This is a song about "Istagram trey woods"

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

He got hit up that same night

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

In the woods outside on the dirt

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,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,