This is a song about "Cats"

These other cats bring blasphemy

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

On they twitter writing novels, see

These other cats bring blasphemy

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

Got all these cats surroundin' me, trying to get a freebie

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

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

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

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

Truthfully ya'll are cool cats, but i'm a hound

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around