This is a song about "Trey woods"

This ain't no haunting in the woods, were is slender

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

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

The boys in blue! get 'em trey!

And let the beat play

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

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,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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