This is a song about "Anthony the tiger"

I don't trust no one

The bigger the the fun

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

My skin is so cut up i look like a tiger, but im a cutter,

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

Listen to every word that i slur

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

Kamikazehoping that none of the spies find methat's why we bye bye daily