This is a song about "Boots and cats"

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Love our conversation but it’s late right now

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

I wanna cock and shoot, mama plots, thinks i'm knockin' boots,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

20 racks really thats sneaker money

These other cats bring blasphemy

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Not only high, but i season you cats

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad