This is a song about "Cats"

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

She likes the way it hits her lips

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

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

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given