This is a song about "Big cats"

If i don't make that man there dance

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Not only high, but i season you cats

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

And dame said he proud of my newfound honesty

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Lifeless, trying to stay awake as cats skit they songs

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours