This is a song about "Tiger woods nd his hood rats"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

If you wish to wake the tiger, at least give him his fangs

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

These rats can fix my handicap

One night love: i'mma need that

My voice is near nd sincere the seas

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

It feels like we only rolling back wards (woods)

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Then leave her dead body in the woods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours