This is a song about "Loaning tiger"

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

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

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Roar like a tiger, my rap crew be minor

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

Got the perfect plan to help me get her