This is a song about "Cats and meth"

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth

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

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

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

She don’t give her nigga head

Me and kid kick it wild back and forth like red and meth,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Together, we say hi to the sunrise and fight together when the sun sets

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

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

It’s not a game, hold your dame

For the new cats to come and take the fame