This is a song about "Tiger woods golfing"

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

Epic, they used to feed me detours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

Like i was charlie sheen, i got tiger blood, that shit causes me to be mean,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right