This is a song about "Cats and spaeakers"

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Same bitches used to play me though

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Naija guy like wale

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

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

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that