This is a song about "Cats"

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

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

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

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

These other cats bring blasphemy

If you ain't about money

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

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