This is a song about "I amthe rap tiger"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

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

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Slowly, so therefore i rap

It's all good, finna dog that

Sneak up on attack

And sense when because i rap,

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that