This is a song about "Tiger eye"

And i know that your supply

Cant see, no twinkles from thy eye,

Kushed up and my eye red

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

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

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

She looks at me and bats an eye

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

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

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

Giving nigers my stank eye stare

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care