This is a song about "Golfing like tiger woods"

Every night i stroke hoes

You like my lines like a bloody nose

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Superman like daughtry,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

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

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

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Third ward general, young cash money

In the woods outside on the dirt

That we picked up at the last concert

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

If you wish to wake the tiger, at least give him his fangs

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks