This is a song about "Tiger woods"

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

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

But there's nothing else inside

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Nity? all i have now is to live in the woods and cook squirrel's carcasses,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

But i gotta make sure i’m right

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

Then leave her dead body in the woods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw