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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

I always keep a gallon in the fridge at my apartment

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

So get up, its time to start nation building

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

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

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

No food in your fridge how you gna feed four kids