This is a song about "Theres a man in the woods"

Theres no doubt that im sick, i belong in a hospice

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

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

And all women who had light features, see

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood

Then leave her dead body in the woods

Epic, they used to feed me detours

In my hand theres a nine

She prefer the dutty wine

Im the backstabber that put a knife in my man

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Theres monsters in the rear view we under attack