This is a song about "Cats"

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Not only high, but i season you cats

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

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

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

They bringing me fish and chips

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance