This is a song about "Cat"

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Predicting a storm, remember jack the cat? nah? good, me neither/

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Im givin' you bad luck worse than a black cat

When they ask my answers always it was the cat

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

I've become immune to you no name haters

Their face appears on missing cat posters

Its like a game of cat an mouse,

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Mommy and daddy were like a dog and a cat

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that