This is a song about "Woods"

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

In the woods outside on the dirt

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

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

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

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

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,