This is a song about "Cats run into windos"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Not only high, but i season you cats

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Hit it til your make up missing

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Sometimes i run into walls until my body goes into cardiac arrest

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

And your mind and my words run into like a collision

Born into a society run by superior races.

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,