This is a song about "Cat without claws"

When they ask my answers always it was the cat

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Huh, a metaphor of course

Like a cat without claws,

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

Its flows and leaks from this cat

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

By the claws of death, ready to now take me

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Their face appears on missing cat posters

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Now this is a metaphor as my claws reek havoc