This is a song about "Tigger woods"

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

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

Killa never let the drama slide

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

That we picked up at the last concert

In the woods outside on the dirt

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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