This is a song about "Shannon woods"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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,

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

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,

30 chains on, bet the light work

In the woods outside on the dirt

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods