This is a song about "Cat in the hat"

Well now i'm the top cat

Can't win with a passive attack

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

The game is electronic cat piss

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

To get them niggas while they laid back

And embarass you. put ya offense in wild cat,