This is a song about "Cats and roses"

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

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

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

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

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

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live