This is a song about "Shitting in the woods"

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

??? ??? ?? with the feeling right

The concept is so absurd

In the woods outside on the dirt

She all on my skin

Knocked out in the lunch in

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,

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

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

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

Then leave her dead body in the woods

Epic, they used to feed me detours