This is a song about "Cat in the hat"

Yeah, i told cornish women come at the drop of a hat

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

To cause gruesome scenes, killed the cat in the kitchen.

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

When they ask my answers always it was the cat

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Be a real cat,rep your ass in the cypher

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her