This is a song about "Tiger style"

Bitch i'm on fire

I know you like my style

We can talk things over a little a while

It was different version and a different style.

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

They just hated my style,

That it's been awhile

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Animal style my style is wild

Got an independent business mind

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

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

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law