This is a song about "Anthony tiger"

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Roar like a tiger, my rap crew be minor

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

I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

And there's little to be glad for

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

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

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