This is a song about "Jac woods"

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

My shirt, purple label my shirt

In the woods outside on the dirt

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

But we should be body to body

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

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

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Epic, they used to feed me detours