This is a song about "Tiger"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

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

Roar like a tiger, my rap crew be minor

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

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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