This is a song about "Kenny the down syndrome tiger"

Looking down the atmosphere

But my brother got a year

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

You downs-syndrome syphilitic bitch- you should have feared my viciousness

While i’m walking down the street

Last of a dying breed

The walls crumblin' down, tumblin' down

Puff puff puff, shutdown uptown

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

I better get my gown

Im laying the smack down

Listen to every word that i slur

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/