This is a song about "Tiger style"

That it's been awhile

Didn't wanna die kung fu style

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

They just hated my style,

Run for cover and return fire

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Finally finna find a child's style

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

You never tire, might as well as inspire