This is a song about "Cat"

Im givin' you bad luck worse than a black cat

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Fuck a line, get in now

My cat jsut says meow

Its flows and leaks from this cat

In the house, holla back

Where the black girls get their weaves back

You're a pussy not a cat

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Conical bra make a cat go psycho

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Trying to beat me you rapping like a cat