This is a song about "Tiger woods golfing"

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

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

We calling his bluff, so get your nose on this handgun

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

Hands and feet i'm securing, eating you alive i'm wolfing, i'm on par but i ain't golfing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free