This is a song about "Weston woods"

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

In the woods outside on the dirt

My conscious only knew whats half tight

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

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Epic, they used to feed me detours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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