This is a song about "Cats on the internet"

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

I dont use the internet for my rhymes im old school always have an encyclopedia,

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Cuz on the internet, you all talk,

Unlimited powers, crash the internet for hours

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Lyrics the bitch got an internet on rap battling time spent, but my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

So it's gonna go on the internet

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

After we kill em all phonic's will be the final cats to spit