This is a song about "Tiger woods golfing"

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

Roar like a tiger, my rap crew be minor

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

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

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

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