This is a song about "Trey woods"

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Beef with me tails will break hips, trey flips adlibs of horrorcore, but more,

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Drain a trey walk off the court, mark cuban better pay me

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

That we picked up at the last concert

In the woods outside on the dirt

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