This is a song about "Cat"

They right too cause

Like a cat without claws,

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Conical bra make a cat go psycho

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Well now i'm the top cat

Make the fingers snap

Got a picture of your cat,

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

The cat pissed on my porch? bitch don't do it again,

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

My city's culture to the game now in existence