This is a song about "Tiger woods golfing"

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

Roar like a tiger, my rap crew be minor

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

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