This is a song about "A cat"

Predicting a storm, remember jack the cat? nah? good, me neither/

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

A clever cat getting jiggie / smoking that sticky weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

The door crack, niggas all black

Its flows and leaks from this cat

Trying to beat me you rapping like a cat

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

But then now, i'm a live cat that spit rhymes and i really love it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Like a cat without claws,

Im givin' you bad luck worse than a black cat

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Yeah that's right it was a cat fight. two one eight

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid