This is a song about "Boots and cats"

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Check my bank account, got racks on racks