This is a song about "Cats on the internet"

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Warning message i just sent ,log out bro or submit, you gotta grow to rap on the internet

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

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

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

You cant afford the internet, so the only thing you have to jack off to is

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this