This is a song about "Weston woods"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

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

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

As i seenobody cares about my history

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Call the network dipset family ties

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this