This is a song about "Cats"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose