This is a song about "Shitting in the woods"

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

He's still shitting, whether he's on salary paid hourly

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

Knocked out in the lunch in

I get special attention

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

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

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort