This is a song about "Cats"

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Truthfully ya'll are cool cats, but i'm a hound

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Not only high, but i season you cats

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting