This is a song about "Cats and cheese"

For the new cats to come and take the fame

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

These other cats bring blasphemy

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Not only high, but i season you cats

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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling