This is a song about "Tiger style"

When it comes to spitting that fire

I know you like my style

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Cause i’m back on my grind

Animal style my style is wild

Through the barbed wire

They just hated my style,

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Try to get wit my style

Bitch i'm on fire