This is a song about "The woods"

I am not the only one

The bigger the the fun

But still i hear rustles in the woods and i think it's the police emerging,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

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

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

In the woods outside on the dirt

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The water from the past is the same water in the present