This is a song about "Cats and dogs"

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

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

For the new cats to come and take the fame

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Am like wolves like battling dogs but

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,