This is a song about "Each tiger"

Work hard is what she did each lesson

I want to fight the music on this one

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

We call each other homie g,

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Whip purple and yellow, hello

I perform concerts, and master each show

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Until we could see each other shine