This is a song about "Cats no life"

I'm everything that they call nice

I feel like a low-life, with no life

Not only high, but i season you cats

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

20 racks really thats sneaker money

These other cats bring blasphemy

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats