This is a song about "Birthday cats and chocolate"

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

It ain't my birthday today

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Find 2 females and goblet, and gobble street chocolate

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,