This is a song about "Cats"

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

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

The third one is mixed, white and black

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

Not only high, but i season you cats

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Highest form of affection, physical connection