This is a song about "Jac woods"

In the woods outside on the dirt

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

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

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Nity? all i have now is to live in the woods and cook squirrel's carcasses,

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,