This is a song about "Cats and spaeakers"

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

These other cats bring blasphemy

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

Feedin' off these cats, i see my lats growin'

With this i just hit level twelve, but please don't think i sit full of wealth

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