This is a song about "Tiger anthony"

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Come here i’m about to take you higher

Roar like a tiger, my rap crew be minor

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby