This is a song about "Black cats"

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Took my heart away from money

These other cats bring blasphemy

Ain't even tryna hold back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

And i'm raw, fish scale

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Black as black like the blacktop/

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block