This is a song about "Cats and dogs"

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Not only high, but i season you cats

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

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

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs