This is a song about "A cat called wilson"

And there's little to be glad for

Be a real cat,rep your ass in the cypher

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Whilst in a school called junior high

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Got a picture of your cat,

So i'm one with that

She got something i never had

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Im givin' you bad luck worse than a black cat

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl