This is a song about "Cats and spaeakers"

Truthfully ya'll are cool cats, but i'm a hound

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

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

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

You know i be teasing, though

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

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

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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