This is a song about "Boots and cats"

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

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

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

I wish i’ll never see you again

For the new cats to come and take the fame

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

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