This is a song about "Cats"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

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

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

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

I'mma sign that work and release that

Fuck everything and fuck all these cats that rap

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks