This is a song about "Tiger"

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

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,

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Roar like a tiger, my rap crew be minor

Niggas who be rapping how real they are