This is a song about "Cat eyes"

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

So i'm one with that

Got a picture of your cat,

Trying to beat me you rapping like a cat

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

? all white but the phantom is all black

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Whats the matter cat got your tongue

Ross and folarin, couple women

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

And embarass you. put ya offense in wild cat,