This is a song about "Tiger style"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

We can talk things over a little a while

They just hated my style,

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw