This is a song about "Cats cats and more cats"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

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

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

A happy home, that's my fantasy

These other cats bring blasphemy

I'm never faded though

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These other cats bring blasphemy

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

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

Not only high, but i season you cats

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