This is a song about "Weston woods"

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Them people see my good side

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

For now everything just seem so right

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

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

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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