This is a song about "Cats pinaples been bag radiator fridge"

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

And i'm raw, fish scale

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

I always keep a gallon in the fridge at my apartment

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

People love hodgy i hate you though