This is a song about "Cats"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

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

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

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//