This is a song about "Tiger woods golfing"

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But still i hear rustles in the woods and i think it's the police emerging,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter

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

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Had my niggas down so i’m screaming fuck the law

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free