This is a song about "Canadian tigers"

When u got challenged by a bunch of tigers/ who'd eat you for lunch in diners

They would not oblige to a mind who inclined or flying over climbers

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

We tigers with the same mind state

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

To catch you in the radius, this miscellaneous canadian compatriot

(ball so hard) bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'ye

The half black jewish canadian, eh?

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer