This is a song about "Balling cats"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

These other cats bring blasphemy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You need to stick to balling

The pigs fly away in the morning

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Crystal-balling you... see you're harshly screwed up