This is a song about "Cats pinaples"

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Feedin' off these cats, i see my lats growin'

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

Not only high, but i season you cats

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

It allows society to be questioned, can take down fat cats like

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats