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

These other cats bring blasphemy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

One time for the girls with the right shoes

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back