This is a song about "Matt woods"

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

In the woods outside on the dirt

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

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

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

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

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died