This is a song about "Boots and cats and rinsing and mincing"

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Took the van, went snatch her

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

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

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,

For the new cats to come and take the fame

But now invisible cells around your brain

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts