This is a song about "Jac woods"

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right