This is a song about "Shitting in the woods"

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

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

My direction good, well-rounded type

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

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

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

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

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

I plead with em, the system ain't right

That shit was wack as fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,