This is a song about "Cats run into windos"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your

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

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Not only high, but i season you cats

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

And your mind and my words run into like a collision

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Run with ill cats, and we we kill that, with heat like shaq attack,

Hey your honor, is you kidding

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//