This is a song about "Golfing like tiger woods"

We about to set this bitch on fire

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Like sierra leone.

You're the corner stone

But your golfing says different, your nothing short from cruddy,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely