This is a song about "Tiger expert"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Tearing your sweaters and necklaces, cause i'm an expert at recklessness

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

Cause he learned to control and he's an expert in stealth

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Expert with lines, the pen has tension-ed me , best with the rhymes,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

Never did i pedal coke but tony lewis said i'm dope

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,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Expert with lines, the pen has tension-ed me , best with the rhymes, sever ur memory

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law