This is a song about "Woods"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

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

In the woods outside on the dirt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Then leave her dead body in the woods

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby