This is a song about "Cats"

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Fuck that now trying get the money

These other cats bring blasphemy