This is a song about "Cats"

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Then take it down slow

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

So here i am at the store for some chips

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Not only high, but i season you cats

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss