This is a song about "Shitting in the woods"

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

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,

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

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

In the woods outside on the dirt

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work