This is a song about "Playa from woods"

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Protected from fatalism.

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

I'll never call you bitch again

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

The ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper