This is a song about "Cats and spaeakers"

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

These other cats bring blasphemy

And losin all his money

Killed so many cats my nicknames curiosity

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Not only high, but i season you cats

Same bitches used to play me though

Leopards... cats, they make you grow