This is a song about "Bbf s and cats"

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

And that´s how it has begun

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker