This is a song about "Cat"

Where would i be without my dogs

Like a cat without claws,

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

So i gotta spit to this

The game is electronic cat piss

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Is this because you you shagged ya cat

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

I attract these pussy's like cat nip,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Well now i'm the top cat

Can't win with a passive attack