This is a song about "Tiger woods golfing"

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Ain't that how black's do it, right

My skin is so cut up i look like a tiger, but im a cutter,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Where you belong with your family

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer