This is a song about "Tiger woods on the course"

Too focused, one word

In the woods outside on the dirt

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Hanging out the woods, famz nigaa just ask me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

And life was not satisfying so you changed the course of it

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

There was never a fork on each other's course but it always felt there was on his head

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

The plight of a rapper or whatever

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

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands