This is a song about "Cat"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Its flows and leaks from this cat

That we ain't never had

Well now i'm the top cat

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Whats the matter cat got your tongue

And embarass you. put ya offense in wild cat,

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Im givin' you bad luck worse than a black cat

I attract these pussy's like cat nip,

Now this shit is turning to a habit

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

Mommy and daddy were like a dog and a cat