This is a song about "Cats"

Better or worse, the center of attention

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

So here i am at the store for some chips

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

When they hear me rocking the groove

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

I was born to do the damn thing

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//