This is a song about "Cats"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

These other cats bring blasphemy

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Not only high, but i season you cats

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Kill the jungle let the cats loose