This is a song about "Bald cats"

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Feedin' off these cats, i see my lats growin'

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Not only high, but i season you cats

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Where every recipient, property of the state

When they hear me rocking the groove

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail