This is a song about "Cats and spaeakers"

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

I be giving work to the kids

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

These other cats bring blasphemy

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

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

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

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

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats