This is a song about "Cats"

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

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

It allows society to be questioned, can take down fat cats like

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

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

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

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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