This is a song about "Tiger style"

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

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Try to get wit my style

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I never smiled as a juvenile

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

Run for cover and return fire

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

Animal style my style is wild

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind